The Immortal Dragon
"Oh, welcome."
A scary looking man with a noticeable scar slashed across his left eyes standing idly behind a stall. A variety of food can be seen neatly arranged on it, all having a rather cute design, one that would make a toddler's eyes shone with glitters.
" Yer got some business to settle? "
He stood, heavy on one side, head titled, both his hands are in his pocket as his voice growled in a low gravelly tone, yet there doesn't seem to be any poison in his growl, as if they're nothing more than old habits.
Very immediately, he handed over a bento—A delicious lunch already prepped and decorated cutely.
"Have at it. I packed these bad boys extra, courtesy from the newcomer."
"Take it. Shit like this can make any critters drools just from lookin' at it.
He smiled, in a way that would disturbed anybody, his voice trailed with an extra kick.
"What yar' waiting for? All expenses on me. Treat it like a junkies paying for protection to a local gang."
"Happy to be here. I'm under yer' care."