OPEN i don't (don't want no) want no (no knockoff)

[HUGO]

Hugo Rosencrantz had made it a habit to flaunt his presence about the streets as oft as physically possible since he'd returned from his little 'adventure' with his siblings. As such, it may not have been particularly surprising to find the lynx strutting about the cobblestones at this time of day, bioluminescent blue eyes shrouded by a black veil, the chain that linked the cross to his iron collar jingling with the swagger in his step.

He stopped beside Vale and Hayward. Spared nary a glance at either, too, as he flicked a coin at the denigrated merchant, plucked a chicken from the pen—didn't matter which, whatever one stupidly came close enough to find itself with its neck stuck between Hugo's too-long teeth, really—and sank his fangs into the flesh.

He slurped noisily, as if he were drinking from a straw. Idling about was how he caught the tail-end of Hayward and Vale's conversation, and beneath the veil adorning his face, Hugo's too-blue eyes glanced at the two, finally realising that he did not quite recognise the three-eyed fox. Hm.

"Plenty o' chicken merchants," Hugo mused, dropping the chicken corpse carelessly as he sidled up to Hayward's side with a slightly too friendly grin adorning his youthful face and peered around the saber to get a better look at the fox. "Depends what you're lookin' for, friendo," he purred, gesturing with a claw towards the squawking chickens in the pen. "'eese ones tasted stale anyways."