"Welcome to Marukyu." he chimed, limping up to the front counter when he heard the bell on the door ring. "What can I get for you today?" Maybe he could have sounded a little bit more friendly, but he wasn't exactly known for his chipper attitude, either. His crutches were abandoned in the back, in his room, as usual - he didn't particularly feel like dealing with them, especially not when he was working. And it wasn't like his grandmother was here to tell him to use them anyway.

                " You're the one with a job, so get your own damn ice-cream! "

Well aren't you just the cutest little thing! What's a fuzzy bear doing wandering around here? You someone's mascot?