Momentos a'plenty

Artisan couldn't contain the devastation in his eyes as the adorable chunky panda dashed his fedora dreams with a happy laugh. He looked like a whipped puppy, and his very sad eyes followed his paw as it dropped back to the ground with a soft "Oh, okay." Armando didn't leave him miserable for long however, because as Artisan was imagining his hat-less existance the red panda spoke again with words that lit up the colorful man's entire drunken face.

He at least had the good sense to be hesitant - these were his most prized possessions he was considering handing away, after all - though his suspicion melted away as he took another look at the finely crafted hat. It only made sense, surely the fedora was as precious to the panda as his baubles were to Art, and a trade kept both their goods safe until they were ready to exchange them back.

Already Art's head was bobbing, his agreement obvious but wordless as he struggled with the ties around his wrists. It took quite a good amount of effort and his legs felt horribly empty without them, though now that he thought about it his head felt empty too, and so surely the feeling would go away when the hat was placed upon his head. Eventually they fell away, clinking into the rocky sand one by one until they had all been released from his wrist. "Good thinking, raccoon!" Now that the hard work was done Artisan found he could articulate once more, even if the words were slurred with drink. "If you wouldn't mind just, stick it on my head."