[Gift] [PROMPT] Bunny Love [5]

At the beginning, Damons bar had been a small startup. He put enough elbowgrease and time into it and it ended up budding from a small sprout into a beautiful snapdragon. He knows there are many businesses like this across the city, there's one closest to his bar that just kicked open though, and he has hopes to see it blossom in its own way. The bun running it is very young, but she works hard and is really attentive to people who come in. She reminds him of Ignition in a few ways, only she seems more reserved and far less reckless. Even in his thoughts he finds himself rolling his eyes at the mere prospect of the smaller fiery bun. The shop itself is named 'Divine'n'Demonic' which has a nice ring, so its no surprise it draws people inside. Usually Damon only stops in briefly to pick something up, whether its for himself or an employee, or even Ignition himself depends on the day. The girl didn't seem to mind his reoccurance much, despite being a grumpy little thing, she wasn't outwardly trying to shoo him away.

Damon wasn't in for the morning today, so he decided to stop in on his way to the evening run. Seems today he will be juggling paperwork, management stuff and general work, it could be a long night. So far he had yet to see anyone else in the shop behind the counter, so he was a little concerned even if he had no right to be. He knows what being a one man band is like and its stressful, which is why he's hoping its only a temporary thing. As he enters the shop today though, there is no sign of the small bun, or anyone. Ghost-town, or so he thought, which is ironic coming from the man with spirit motes. After a few moments it seems someone heard the teeny bell at the door ring and came shuffling out from the back room.

"Hello, Welcome to Divine'N'Demonic i'm Momo, How can i help?" An older doll with blue hair littered with darker cow splotch marks had made her way to the counter. Damon blinked a few times, taken aback without really knowing why, or how to explain himself. Then again, when he had gotten over the initial surprise...his first thought was of the circumstance.

"Oh no- Little blue isn't sick is she?" For Damon that is [hopefully] the worst case scenario that could've arisen, and a decent explanation for the dissappearance of the little punk. The woman behind the counter, dubbed Momo, laughs softly and one of her hands rests softly against her heart for a moment. Damon is still growing out of the habit of looking at exposed things so pardon his eyes flicking to her breasts briefly.

"Hahah, No, She's fine darlin'. Just had some other stuff to be gettin' on with today so i'm taking charge of the storefront. How well do you know my daughter?" Her head tilts and Damon shrugs, hands sliding into his trouser pockets, yeah he figured the 'little blue' nickname may have given him away.

"I just come here often, Its close to my workplace and I used to be in the smaller startup position. You have a good kid, She works real hard, Probably deserves the break now that i think about it." He chuckles softly, After all...if there was one thing he could tell himself from before was...take it fucking easy for the sake of your sanity.

Momos hand rests on the counter, chin propping itself comfortably in her palm, there seems to be a glint in her eye but Damon is sure he imagined it.  "Ah, I see. Where DO you work?" Her tail sways behind her, the bow going along with it.

"It's just the bar around the corner in between the other storefronts." Damon talks with his hands, which turns out to be odd when describing a location, it just ends up as a bunch of box-looking gestures.

"Oh! Small place, I seen it. Got a lotta younger ones running around in there too i reckon~" Momo flashes a smile, Damon has some composure to keep.

"Ahh, Kind of. They're good kids i just figured its better working there instead of somewhere that'll push them too hard. Thats why i'm here, actually, we have a tight ship today so i figured bringing them something might avoid a sour mood" He rubs the back of his neck with...brief nerves of admitting that, but its not a crime to want people to be comfortable is it?

Momos eyes light up more than before "You got kids of your own, Mr....?" She bent to the side to look at the confectionary cabinet but her eyes flick back up to Damon in attempt to prompt him, and it works!

"Damon, Suppose i should've said that sooner since you gave your name first" He pauses and snorts, a fonder smile crossing his features "Not biological ones, No. Just a small menace with an affection for fireworks" He shakes his head and sighs a little but its clear enough to others that its a paternal 'what the hell am i gunna do with that kid?' sigh and not an 'i'm so sick of that kid' one.

"So, What can i get you today? While i am having a very good time sitting and chatting and would love to continue, I imagine you might be on a timer, right doll?"

This does prompt Damon to double check the time and he jumps a little. "RIGHT. Yeah, I do have to get moving. I noticed you have dango in the counter so i think four of those would do. Your choice of flavour, I dont think the kids are picky, though one is fond of watermelon if you have it"

Momo claps her hands together with a warm smile "Coming right up~"

With the dango bagged and ready to go, Damon almost regrets having to rush off. While he is sure little blue wouldn't want to be overly bothered, Momo does not seem to mind AT ALL, and seems like she would love to chat some more with him. He waves briefly and heads towards the door.

"Thank you for your help Ms Momo, Perhaps i'll see you again in here sometime"

She waves and shoots him a confident wink, the smallest of dimples seeming to show up. "I really think you will~"

As Damon leaves the shop and moves to fast walk around the corner, he double checks the bag so he can figure out who is getting what and notices a teeny extra mochi in the bag and he snorts a small laugh. A note is attached to it, and at first he considers not touching it and checking it later but since he isn't TOO late, he decides to skim it.

'Thank you, and come back soon <3 - Momo'

He shakes his head and folds the paper into a small square, sliding it into one of his pockets. He wondered gravely what he had somehow gotten himself into just by bumping into Momo on this day.