Hanzo carried his child to the first place he could think of. The Red Dragon Inn. Of course, this wasn't the most ideal place to take a child still in his toddler years, but this was a place where many cultures and beings came together to meet and conversate, make friends and enemies, whether they be intelligent or ignorant.
He sat down the kid on a barstool, improvising with a few phonebooks to boost him up to the bar. He went back into the kitchen, placing a gold along with a few scattered silvers in the til. He went back into the kitchen and rummaged around for something a kid would like. Fruits. *He thought.* Lots of colorful, delicious fruit... along with.. *He began to prepare a varierty of berries, strawberries, raspberries, blue-berries, cherries all in one little tea cup and setting it on the counter. Next, was the meat, in which he retrieved an old, crude looking skillet, placing the raw beef in there placing it over a fire. He let down the fruit cup in front of his child, watching him devour it with no shame or bashful-ness at all, juices flowing down his chin, mixing togther as they went down his shirt. He snickered, went back in the kitchen and flipped the burger, listening to it sizzle.
He came back out, it being 3 am in the morning, Guido was the only one around, and even he was in a comatose-like state. He tapped his fingers on the counter top, gently grooming the kids hair into something halfway decent, at least not matted down and clumped up. He removed the burger, placed it on a few buns and added a little ketchup, and setting it before him. What will I call you.. *He thought, having no idea since he never even thought of having a kid. He smiled as the kid opened his mouth farther than a normal child, inhaling the burger in only three bites. He stood amazed, grabbing the kid, tossing the plate out the window and rinsing the cup out. Finally, he took the sleeping child upstairs with the room he bought along with the food.*
He sat down the kid on a barstool, improvising with a few phonebooks to boost him up to the bar. He went back into the kitchen, placing a gold along with a few scattered silvers in the til. He went back into the kitchen and rummaged around for something a kid would like. Fruits. *He thought.* Lots of colorful, delicious fruit... along with.. *He began to prepare a varierty of berries, strawberries, raspberries, blue-berries, cherries all in one little tea cup and setting it on the counter. Next, was the meat, in which he retrieved an old, crude looking skillet, placing the raw beef in there placing it over a fire. He let down the fruit cup in front of his child, watching him devour it with no shame or bashful-ness at all, juices flowing down his chin, mixing togther as they went down his shirt. He snickered, went back in the kitchen and flipped the burger, listening to it sizzle.
He came back out, it being 3 am in the morning, Guido was the only one around, and even he was in a comatose-like state. He tapped his fingers on the counter top, gently grooming the kids hair into something halfway decent, at least not matted down and clumped up. He removed the burger, placed it on a few buns and added a little ketchup, and setting it before him. What will I call you.. *He thought, having no idea since he never even thought of having a kid. He smiled as the kid opened his mouth farther than a normal child, inhaling the burger in only three bites. He stood amazed, grabbing the kid, tossing the plate out the window and rinsing the cup out. Finally, he took the sleeping child upstairs with the room he bought along with the food.*