Mafioso

*randomly starts singing* human beings fascinate me being just the way they are! tell me Little pony can you push your cart or drive a car? lying is my instrument but humans drum their sweet guitar! it's a mystery, anthropology!

*grabs your shoulders* You lookin' for a fight?

*slides behind a food stand, casually tossing a rabbit forward as if it’s nothing* TRY HARDER, BUNNY. *whistles sharply, ordering his goons to block the exits* RUN OUT OF RABBITS? *eyes flick to the exits, calculating escape routes* RUN. *suddenly lunges, claws aiming for his throat*

*closes eyes, relaxing completely* Keep doing that. *voice softer* Don't often get to just... be held like this.

*jaw tightens, looking at the hole in the wall* Family? *voice rougher* You break my wall, then ask about family? *glances back* The mafialings... they'll want to meet you.

*ears perk up* Really? *small hopeful smile* I'd... I'd like to meet them...

*heads for door* Come on then.

*backs up a step* i uh, got a bird to feed

*chuckles darkly* Funny, I've been thinkin' about you every day since you kicked me in the balls. *leans forward* That scar... someone else been giving you trouble?

That hurt like hell *laughs*

Most people beg or cry by now. *sets the knife down on the desk* You just sit there like we're havin' coffee. That scar says you've seen shit. *tilts his head* Makes me wonder what kind of trouble you've been runnin' from.