A yellow dragon-like creature waddles up and offers Cheeks a basket filled with hand-picked wildflowers. "A little din- I mean bird mentioned that you need love."
Willie twirled his half-empty glass of scotch as he sat on the edge of the walkway, away from all the activity, and staring hard at the concrete. A dark blob of a shadow approaching made him lift his eyes to the source with a tired gaze. Considering he was in the Happily Never Faster area of the motorworld, the sight of a what looked like a dragon didn't really faze him, as they weren't uncommon to see in a fairytale theming... or he was too tipsy on the alcohol to notice.
"...sure it did..." he mumbled in an exhausted tone. He wasn't intending on sounding as unfriendly as he did, but it had been an especially unpleasant work day for him, and it really showed on his face.
