[[ooc: I'm so sorry! the internet has been cruel to me for the past week. ;o;]]
"Your pretty face," he echoed, seeing nothing wrong with what he'd said. He filled up the first vial and turned around, holding the glowing blue liquid to show the girl.
"And this is the 21st century cure. At least in my world it is," The smirk never left his face: who knew? He could get a potential buyer. If she was as pampered as she looked, she'd have loads of money.
"Haven't you ever wanted to make everything go away?" Graverobber asked, tossing the now sealed vial up in the air and catching it, moving his coat back so he could stick it on a holding place on his thighs: there were more glowing vials, looking almost like a garter suitable for raves.
The man looked over at the body and frowned, noting that all that work for one vial was definitely not worth it. Climbing out of the grave again, he wiped his forehead before grabbing the shovel. Time to fill it in.
God he missed mass-grave. At least in the future they wouldn't even bother with burying them.