BRaOP: 1- Childish

"If this is what witch-men know, I'll stay a boy forever!" -Klarion Bleak

He stared awestruck into the shop window at a colorful display. The store was small but it contained a million things new to him, a million treasures kept from him only by a pane of glass. But why should they be kept away from him? Was he or was he not Klarion Bleak, explorer, soldier, king, not to mention a talented young witch who held magick that no surface dweller could ever truly comprehend. Yes, simple as they were those delightful contraptions would be his.

A nudge from Teekl snapped Klarion out of his planning and plotting. The orange and white cat was sitting perched up on his shoulder, clearly annoyed at the boy for letting his mind wander for so long.

'Make haste. We are beginning to attract unnecessary attention.' the cat mentally hissed at him, making use of the bond the two held and communicating telepathically so as not to gain any more stares from those passing by. A small crowd had come together on the sidewalk behind the odd pair, clearly not used to seeing a blue-skinned boy dressed like a pilgrim standing outside a toy shop.

Klarion groaned. He wanted desperately to march into the store, take what he wanted, and curse anyone who got in his way but it didn't look like that was going to happen without having to deal with what the surface people called "cops" again. He had no desire to relive the experiences of the last city which included a lot of magick and time wasted dealing with the easily excitable people of that world. He was preparing to retreat when the shop door opened and a firm voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd.

"Move along. Come on, nothing to see here. Get lost." a tall man appeared in the doorway with a scowl planted on his face and an intimidating look in his eyes. The crowd quickly scattered and went on their way as if nothing had happened. This man was a stranger to the witch-boy but he had helped him and Klarion had a feeling that getting on his good side would be beneficial so he thanked him with as much politeness as he could muster up and asked his name.

"I'm called Sid and if you're gonna hang out here all day you should come on inside."
"I have nothing with which to purchase anything." Klarion half warned the man, deciding that his response would determine whether he left with what he desired peacefully or less so.

"Doesn't cost anything to come inside and look around." was his reply and so he entered and scanned the shop with wonder in his eyes. Such wonder in fact that Sid's slightly grim expression broke and he let out a laugh.

"And what, pray tell, is so funny?" asked the wary witch-boy, still skeptical of anyone who offer help expecting nothing in return.

"Ah, nothing. Just... how old are you? Thirteen? And you look like you've never seen a toy store before."

"Say I haven't, what then?"

"Then I'd say you've been missing out. This place used to be my father's store actually and I probably spent most of my childhood here. " as he spoke Klarion seemed to be examining every object, every last doll and windup a delight to him. "You know, boys your age usually don't come into places like this. Figure their too grown up for it all."

"Well," he responded looking up from a box of plastic models and setting Teekl down beside him, "I have absolutely no desire to grow up, and since I don't want to I don't suppose I ever will." his words made sense to him as he'd seen what happens to those who allow themselves to age and leave old ways behind but the shop keeper was thoroughly confused and shook his head in exasperation.

"You're not normal, you know that?"

Klarion grinned, "Come to think of it, I do believe I've heard that somewhere before."