Mono was out and about, looking for snacks to pick up to share with his friends next time he saw them, friends meaning Luna, a few children from the messenger service, and imps. He’d gotten a promotion recently, and with all the common sense that most children had, he’d decided to very responsibly spend it on tasty things to share… Sure, he actually lived with people who were intent on providing for him now, but it was still hard to actually ask for things… He needed to get used to the fact that he could rely on people more than he had when he was living in the gray building.

But his own shopping was distracted rather quickly as a woman seemed to be having trouble. Mono was, if anything, a helpful child. Either helping to carry things, retrieving money stolen by pickpockets, or helping to get missing items back… This counted as the last one, in a way. Tugging his newsboy hat further down on his face to make sure it stayed on, he dashed by, “It’s okay, lady! I’ll get it!”

And he was off, chasing after the paper being blown on the wind. Quickly, though clumsily, as he skidded sidelong at one point and had to throw his arms out for balance, before jumping to climb up the side of a stall and using it to reach a higher point to try to grab it. At least the owner seemed familiar enough with the strange kid, and wasn’t too bothered by it as long as Mono didn’t knock anything over.