𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝕻𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖝

𝕾𝖎𝖝

"Here you are sir." She says. 

I nod. I take a couple coins out of my bucket. I put my flute on the table. It's silver and has golden dragons curling around the ends. I take out the chopsticks. It took be a while to get used to these two sticks. Let's just say eight years ago, for most of my life, I've eaten with my hands. I take a bite out of the prawn. 

Salty and meaty. It's good. I keep eating. I hear people muttering about me. I turn. 

"Who is this guy?" One mutters.

"Why is he wearing no shoes?" Another one whispered.

"What's with the golden collards around his neck and wrists? He even has them on his ankle." One says.

I turn to the table who was talking about me. I grip my fists. I throw my flute and it almost cuts a man. 

"I'd be quiet if I were you." I glare at them.

One walks over.

"Tough talk." He speaks.

I roll my eyes. I grab his head and I slam it on the table. I push him back. The other ones get up and run out. The other one's stare at me. I don't really care. I feel the golden collar around my neck. Still tight. Good. I continue eating while silence fell.