Emotional support Deer [Finn/invite]

Once upon a time there was a boy, he ran as far as he could until he lost himself from the things that cut him deep...

The boy stumbled upon a wanderer, he too was a boy who ran away from the pain without looking back and chose to sleep until he was lost in a dreamland...

One was young, the other was grown, yet both were wise in their own fashion...

Time had passed, yet they kept in touch and the wanderer known as Finn Halloran kept his line of contact open, making sure the lost boy had someone stable to rely on in their times of need. A true friend until the bitter end, however the communication gradually dwindled recently like a candle in the wind. Before his light burnt out, the boy reached out and requested his presence...which...made him grateful that he was setting up a shop in Musutafu's very own shopping district. Perhaps it could help...plus he was working on building a larger radio station as well in the new spot he recently had his eye on. Though it was a bit of a journey to get here, he didn't mind and the radio jockey was in the process of moving out of Tokyo City soon anyway.

A little twinge of dark humor after getting over how he actually encountered the owner of this very bakery caused him to pick this as their meeting spot rather than the park. As he strolled closer...he...honestly felt like meeting the kaiju woman might be beneficial so the young Burabura would know there was at least one other reliable adult in the area. In the event he couldn't be there and Serizawa-san could...it wouldn't hurt the boy to know he had options, especially from a fellow mutant. The boy's actual family didn't seem like a proper support network, so he'd take it upon himself to figure out something to help this child so he could be nurtured and flourish into the hero he dreamed to be. Dreams can come true, hopes will light the way...he'd do his best to mote it so. With a bright smile, the gentlemanly showman of sorts offered an enthusiastic wave as he spoke up in a chipper fashion, "Burabura, ol' boy! What's the occasion, my dear friend~?"

Twitching his ears lightly, he figured it would be good to gauge how positive or negative things were for the child since...well, the last time they'd met he was rather distressed. If today wasn't a good time for the baker to meet Burabura...perhaps another time...but at some point for sure since she pulled through and exceeded his expectations the first time he reached out to her as far as he was presently aware. One thing was absolute, she wasn't the sort to abandon children in need when hearing their plea, much like himself, parental birds of a feather, so to speak.

..........OH HE GOT TALLER!

Strange considering he was so used to his own absurdly tall height being commonly confusing as to why there were some day where he'd have a slight heel to the soles of his shoes. Like why would he do that? Because the shoes looked good, that's why!

Anyway...

This kid was growing up fast literally and figuratively speaking! Even the way he was trying to carry himself was a step up in maturity compared to how he was and who he became in the here and now. Oh how he wanted to be proud of the fluffy child with a set of horns...but it seemed as though this wasn't some sort of happy reunion as he suspected. Instead, the lingering hint of dread laced within the air was a tell tale sign of confirmation in the boy's words. Everything started somewhat light and fluffy up until then where it almost seemed a bit grim.

"My...that sounds rather concerning..." Bringing one hand up to his chin and resting the other behind his back, he looked off toward the bakery and then back toward the tall child. Well...they had two options, it would probably be best to see what was best, right? "...well, first things first...did you wish to discuss it at a booth while we get a bite to eat, or would you like to explain your situation out here and we get the comfort food later...either which way, it'll be my treat!" If Burabura wished to enter the Kaiju Cakery, he would open up the door and guide them over to a little booth within for a pinch of privacy while the boy talked.

If not, he'd stick around and listen to what was plaguing him, remaining attentive as can be.