A short, green-tailed, horned spawn tugged on the hand of his reptilian father. "Papa, bitey box needs food!" Caelen's little hooved feet clacked on the pavement as him and his father, Xithian, walked along the sidewalk to the pet store. An object in Xithian's inventory, a Mimic, was in desperate need of more mice to feed it. Caelen had been feeding it far too much, it was beginning to grow, something Xithian would rather not happen. It was hard enough to sell the things, he didn't need Caelen making this one bigger! But now it was out of food, and it needed more, or it'd die and just be useless to him. So, they were off to the pet store to get more feeder mice.

Xithian sighed, a normal occurrence. "I am hurrying asss fassst asss I can, Caelen. Pleassse be patient, we will get there in plenty of time. Thhhe pet ssstore will not clossse anytime sssoon." He kept a firm hold on the spawn's little hand, lest he should slip away and bolt down the walkway to the store. Conversely, Caelen was trying to do just that. He was afraid that the Mimic, or "bitey box," as he called it, was going to die RIGHT THEN if they didn't get food NOW. So, he was determined to get to the store, buy the food mice, and leave to feed the box. "Caelen, ssstop," Xithian hissed lowly, causing the boy to huff and pout, falling into line next to his father.

"Bu', Papaaaaaa!" he whined, now dragging his hooves, causing a terrible noise.

The Yuan-ti man rubbed his temples with the elongated fingers of his free hand. Stopping in his stride, he nearly caused Caelen to topple backwards. "Caelen, thhhe Mimic will be fine. Now, behave." He began walking again, not giving the child a chance to argue or whine anymore.

A few, less than quiet minutes later and they arrived at the pet store. It wasn't much, but had what was needed to take care of dogs, cats, small mammals, generic fish, and the occasional reptile or amphibian. Caelen broke free of his father and made a B-line to the small mammal section, where they also kept the feeder mice. Xithian, unable to hold the little dynamo back, followed behind, keeping a careful eye on the kid. Caelen pressed his face up against the glass of one of the cages and proceeded to stare at the mice inside.