Lawrence
A bell suddenly rung , and the entrance door opened slowly. The clack of the cane was plenty to warn of the man's arrival.
"Oh hi mister! How can I help you today." The clerk greeted him as if they knew each other for a while. At least, both seemed to be smiling. But the customer was pale as paper, and seemed like he was about to fall over any second now. Even his smile was weak.
"Hello. Sorry, I'll just have the usual. Today is rougher than I anticipated, all that paperwork is going to be the end of me." He sighed, and just before the door could close, a burning phantom dashed through and flew about. HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! OH YEAHHH!! POP CORN!!! POP CORN!!! POP CORN!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!
"Right, after that attack, you had to make sure everything was back in order. We were lucky the headmaster was around." The clerk scratched his head, but grinned at the bird. Reaching for behind the counter, he tossed a kernel in the air, which the bird caught with a dramatic flip. OH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS!!! CHOMP CHOMP!!
"Yeah..." That was probably why the ashen man was sighing in the first place. "Phenex, calm down. You're being troublesome." Is it because of that thing's influence? He thought for a moment. Maybe he'd have to chain its beak up and have it carry his books.
Weakly, he dragged himself to one of the counters and used his cane as a support, crouching down with some difficulty to look for an energy bar. Meanwhile, the clerk prepared a cup of black coffee.
That's when Lawrence first made eye contact with the boy on the ground. Raising a brow, he looked at him in confusion.
"Can I help you?"