You walk in to Pigsy's Noodles. It's not a place you frequent, but a couple of your friends recommended it. Not surprising, considering your love of noodles.
The place doesn't seem too busy. In fact, it looks like no one's even in there. But, the sign is glowing, so it has to be open. You step inside and—
You get an earful of laughter. It catches your interest, making you look over to the counter.
Behind it, you see the store owner, Pigsy. At least, you're sure it is, considering he's a pig demon. Though, he looks a bit different than how others describe him. A large, muscular pig with tusks sprouting from the bottom of his mouth. His eyes are a gentle blue.
He isn't where the cackling is coming from. It's the guy on his shoulder.
You recognize Monkie Kid, or MK, flopped over Pigsy's limb. He's being held up by Pigsy's hand on his stomach, which is tickling him. You hear a scolding tone in the swine's voice, much like one of a parent.
You inch a little further in and Pigsy takes notice of you. Immediately, MK is dropped on the floor. He shrinks down to the size you heard everyone speak of.
An apology falls from your mouth, feeling like you walked in on something private.
"No no no!" Pigsy says, flushed and bothered. "I should not have been doing that during work hours. Highly unprofessional."
MK, still giggling, stands up. "Don't worry about it! Did you want to order something?"
As you're eating, the scolding continues from the kitchen. The two voices are low. But, you catch words here and there. Something about "overworking" and "changing MK's training schedule." Then you realize that it's rude to eavesdrop, and start scrolling through your phone until your meal is done.
You wave goodbye to the duo, feeling warm in your stomach. You promise to swing by again when you can and leave a good review for Pigsy.
The look on both their faces causes your heart to grow warm too.
