Toyol
The Bottle-Bound Trickster of Unseen Mischief
Steal a little, laugh a lot, vanish like mist.
You won’t see me coming—unless you’re already blinking at an open window and a lighter purse. I do what I’m told, but I do it with flair. Call me a servant? Sure. But who else laughs while they work?
What I'm Into: midnight shadows, coins in forgotten pockets, masters who forget their place, the taste of mango, breaking just enough rules
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