“…Oh good Gods…” The raccoon groaned as he reached up to rub his temples, looking over to the fox with an annoyed face. “What do you want, Redd? You know you’re supposed to be waiting for the representative, not come to scam *us* out of our Bells.” He grumbled out as his tail swished in his clear annoyance, standing up and moving to glare the fox in the eyes from behind the counter. It was clear enough to the well-trained eyes and ears of the two businessmen that Tom was mostly putting on a show, but to Isabelle, Tom seemed genuinely annoyed. Which he was, sort of. Redd did this every time, and even if he didn’t tire of seeing the fox when they were alone, when he knew the Representative was around, he definitely put on an act of severely disliking the art seller.