Garret, antisocial as ever, was decidedly not enjoying his time, though that was often the case. He was here today mostly out of habit, though he had to admit that the food was good as well as being reasonably priced. It was also relatively close to his apartment and was a pretty good place for business. That is, if there was any business around, which was not the case today. He wasn't really angry or annoyed, but he was a bit frustrated. But there wasn't much he could do about that.

The sour-faced man was suddenly taken out of his musings by a light bump on his back. Not an uncommon occurrence but one that required a specific response. Needless to say there were those who bumped into him on accident and those who didn't; people picking fights, and Garret would need to ascertain which was which. But as he turned his head, a steady stream of insults ready on the tip of his tongue, a few things clicked for him. The impact had been light, and the area affected was much shorter than he had expected. Very light, lighter even than he'd expect from one of the waitresses. His head completed its rotation and was met with a sight he hadn't expected. Horns, thin black and pointed. He shifted his gaze downwards and was met with a face much, much younger than he had expected. The insults died on his lips as he stared at the small thing. 'Demon' was the first word that popped into his head, but this kid didn't really fit the bill. He'd never seen one, but the word demon brought up images of horned, burly, hellish red-skinned beings with eyes the color of burning coals. Well, either that or really hot women. This kid was neither, but something about him seemed strange to Garret, even to his alcohol addled mind.

The cloaked man narrowed his eyes at the demon-looking child's line of questioning. Setting aside the horns and the ears, Garret was inclined to disliking children. It was something about their severe lack of reverence and inherent naivety that came from not knowing their place in the world, and this kid was ticking all the boxes. He seemed entirely unaware of the danger presented in the bar, as far as Garret knew, and that bothered him a lot, for various reasons. Still, as much as he hated children and other people, and as much as he'd do just about anything for money, but he had a heart. Twisted and black as it was, he wouldn't dole out punishments to those undeserving. Speaking of which, though, there was something the kid owed him.

Garret turned back to his drink, as if ignoring the demon child, taking the mug to his lips.
[color=gray][b]"Hey kid, seems like you don't know how things work around here."[/b][/color] He said, taking a sip.
He wiped his mouth and looked back to the short aggressor. There was a clear contempt in his eyes, though it was not directed at the child himself - rather, it represented a certain dissatisfaction with the child's actions.
[color=gray][b]"An interrogation's all well and good but ain't there something you should be saying to me first?"[/b][/color]
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