She is used to hearing a lot of things when she moves around the various sectors, ranging in genre. Gossip, the occasional fighting breaking out, the sounds of violence and bloodshed in the distance in certain places. These are usual, nothing to be be paid much attention to.
Then, of course, you get the odd racket that draws anyone curious enough like a moth to a burning flame. She passes through here often, but often avoids the specific street due to the scent of alcohol lingering. Likely some drunk raving about being cut off or something along those lines…that is what she thought, before she turned to have a peek.
There’s…a boy. Not a man, but a boy, around the same height as her. His voice is loud, but it’s so unbelievably deep she had thought a fully grown man had been throwing a fit. Kicked out, it seems. Why somebody of his stature had thought he’d even be allowed in a bar was a thought in itself, but as she approaches with a few lightweight steps, she can’t help but believe that with that vocabulary he’s far from the child they both appear to be.
“Do you think yelling will make them change their minds? Unfortunately, I don’t think they’ll risk getting shut down for such a thing!” Sunako hums, tapping a crimson nail to her chin. Two children in front of a bar…you could call this an interesting scene, indeed. “You might be better off without, anyway– don’t you think it’ll stunt your growth, drinking things like that?”
While he’d been well-enough left alone in a few establishments so far, it seemed there were a few still foolish enough to believe his size truly reflected his person, and while it shouldn’t have irked him as much as it did -- well, there hadn’t been much Andersen could do in protest to satisfy his frustrations. Aside from yelling vulgarities and insults until he was promptly removed from the premises by the scruff of his collar, that is. Alas, he was pathetically weak, and not about to push the matter any further.
“Bah! As if your piss-poor selection was worth more than a glance. You’re just saving me time wasted. And then some!” He shouted back a myriad of abuse, all at once oblivious to whoever was just outside until their criticisms oh-so-petite comments penetrated the bubble of his anger. Andersen didn’t hate children, but he certainly didn’t like being scrutinized by strangers, either. Each and every His scowl was flawlessly focused on her features as he scrutinized her entire being from head-to-toe. What was she trying to be? Such a looking gloomy child belonged in a castle, not on a street corner.
“Stunt my growth?” This form was really trying at times. He folded his arms over his chest. “How very noble of you to warn me of something so hilariously false. Is it boredom? Is that the reason for your unneeded commentary? Did someone ditch you so unceremoniously far from your home, away from your arbitrary bed-times and soft woolen blankets? That’d be a sad tale indeed... if that impish face of yours were actually full of sorrow. Your expression is far too amused and far too honest, little witch!”
He tapped a foot, irritated. And then, “If you’re going keep staring, you might as well fork up the change for my cab. It’s not a free show.”