Airyaman
He hummed in understanding and carefully walked past the stand to begin. He supposed he had to work for dinner, didn't he. Taking advantage of another's accessibility always came with concessions, and this was much more polite in spirit than most of his transactions.
"A fair agreement."
Airyaman looked back towards her before moving the vials for certainty that he was putting them as she wanted. These things required some safety measures, and as expected, her case held cushioned spots and elastic straps.
He stretched himself for ease of grabbing the items on the stands, his body proportions shifting and then shrinking momentarily, but found himself slowing to skim the labels and peruse the colors of each one.
Raikou
He pulled the spoon out of his mouth with a wet pop and a sullen curl to his brow, looking between them before laying back. Less than half of the big-enough-for-three dessert cup was still full.
"The only thing that really ends a thug is a bigger thug. I was planning to, but you saw how that worked out," he said, shaking the cutlery at the dubious girl called Lucy. He agreed with her, but killing wasn't his preference either. Unless you were a rightly bastard who deserved it, that is. The hybrid scoffed. "Yeah, rough spot. Not as rough as my unsatisfied thirst for vengeance."
He chuckled at his choice of words and scooted forward, taking more of the now melting ice cream between his lips. "I'm Raikou. You've heard what I am, my occupation is usually monster hunting," he said, pausing in his gluttony to look directly at them. The spoon clinked against the glass.
Then he dug another piece of sundae out of the cup and extended his spoon towards them, neutrally. "Want some?"
