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[center][b][color=9e0b0f]Location:[/color] Bus Stop[/b][/center][@wxps350]

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[b]Bus Stop[/b]
[color=9e0b0f]Rio de Janeiro, Brazil[/color]

The strange man with the giant cleaver on his back surprised the kid when he removed a mini fridge from his jacket. Did they really make convenient to-go fridges? [I]I gotta get me one of those[/i], Little Gideon mused to himself. He watched Hank open the fridge and raised a little on his toes to see if he could peek inside, but the cook didn’t seem like he was ready to part with whatever was in it.


The man sighed as though finally giving in and yielded, [b]Here. Take it, kid.[/b]

Settling down flatly on his feet, Little Gideon saw him reveal some chicken leg. At least it looked like a chicken leg. He made a grab motion for it only to grab air as Hank quickly retracted it. Briefly, Little Gideon’s eyes swelled pathetically. Was this guy playing a trick?

[b]I-I'm sorry…[/b]

The man dropped his massive blade, scaring Little Gideon into taking two steps away from him. The boy’s face then went blank with confusion when Hank suddenly whipped out a flamethrower. A hand rose to Little Gideon’s brown hair to give it a scratch. Well...he said he was a chef. It only made sense that he had some fire source to cook with. Dropping his hand after Hank roasted the leg, Little Gideon excitedly took the leg like a cone from the ice cream man. 

[B]Sorry, it's a little bit hot. Didn't want to feed a kid raw food.[/b]

Waving the leg around to cool it a little, Little Gideon raced over to the bus stop bench and plopped down right next to Hank as though they were the best of friends, or from a social perspective, father and son. He brought the leg up to his mouth and sank his teeth into its toasted flesh. The only noise around them then was the sound of Little Gideon tearing meat from the bone and crunching through tendon. Why the boy was there was a mystery. Were they catching the same bus? Maybe.