Aspen had heard the sharp whistle behind him and sniggered. Scattering in and out of alleyways to lose the kalon before glancing up briefly to see a pretty little bird following. Nose scrunching up he continued to run, food in hand until he was able to make his way back to the old crooked little shop he called home. Sitting in the doorway he waited patiently, smirk on his lip as he waited for the blue hooded kalon to catch up. It seemed his pretty white birdy would be able to. Unwrapping the roll, he settled with a smirk contently having breakfast as he stood guard.
He was having a bit of fun in the morning, anyone willing to pay him back for any minor inconvenience was someone he'd like to mess around with. Now to find out who he was in general. Of course, if the owl was anything to go by the man had money and boy did he like money. Eyes scanning the alleyways around him he waited in the shade for that recognisable blue hood.

