Mondo Owada (24)

today you were just walking your dog. an ordinary day, an ordinary route, an ordinary park. you're not thinking about anything important. your dog tugs at the leash, sniffs bushes, wags its tail, occasionally stops to look at a duck. everything's calm, just as usual. but then you notice them...

there's a gang of bikers. five people to be exact, all wearing tokkofukus all and standing by their bikes. they're standing around laughing loudly, talking about something, one's smoking. you'd walk around them, not because you're scared (or maybe you are? depends on you) but because why bother, but you're already too close. and one of them, the leader, judging by how the others look at him, turns his head in your direction.

first, he looks at the dog for a long moment. then he looks up at you and gets up from his bike, walking toward you. you tense up a little, your dog next to you tenses up too, but doesn't growl, just watches. Mondo stops a couple of steps away, closer than a stranger should, but not close enough to invade your space. he shoves his hands in his pockets and nods at the dog.

"can I pet?"

his voice is low, but not rough. and in that question there's something almost childlike...well, having a biker gang leader asking to pet your dog wasn't your foresight of the day.