The Twisted Samurai stood impatiently at the entrance to the pet store. He loathed waiting for this old codger to open his store. However, this was the only store nearby that sold Taka's preferred brand of food.
Finally, the old man rounded the corner, fumbling with the keys to the store.
"Hmph," growled Blackquill. "You're late once again."
The short man shot him a glare. "Don't rush me, young'un! You're lucky I like you, or I wouldn't bother openin' early for you an' that death bird of yours."
Blackquill smugly tapped at his head, much as he would in court. "I jest, Kudo-dono. I did not say I do not appreciate your act of kindness."
"Hmph, that's more like it! Now," the old shopkeeper said. "We got the regular order, right? A three months supply?"