Okay next on his list was… The Spiky Tattoo man? Now that he thought about it, Ewan didn’t think he ever caught the man’s name… oh well. He was in the Arena team, which meant he got a present!
When he was looking into what the man likes, it seemed like. He enjoys injuries? Huh.. well each to their own, he supposed! Ewan had his own present ready, but made sure to wear gloves before handing it to the man.
“Hiya!! Mister tattoo man hi!!” He called out to him. “Happy winter festival!! Thanks for everything back at the Arena- I got a present for you!!” He then pulled out a black box with a grey ribbon.
Inside it was what appeared to be.. a half unwrapped nut bar? That sure seemed like a weird present. Were Griss to touch it though, a painful electric shock would be soon to follow! It was a magic gag gift Ewan found at a prank store. It was way too painful for him to use, but he figured that made it perfect for a present for the spiky tattoo man! “What do you think? Shocked? Hope you enjoy it!”
"Mister Tattoo---" Bewildered would be the understatement of a lifetime for the look on Griss' face when he turns his head (why? the novelty of the name, probably, or the fact that he knows - unconsciously - that he's the only one to ever fit the bill). Expecting someone taller, his eyes drop down to the kid shouting something about a winter festival and the arena and--
The furrow between Griss' brow smooths out as recognition cracks open a toothy smile to match Ewan's in all but good will.
"Oh, it's you." Ear drops to one shoulder, arms hanging limp, the whites of his eyes flashing as he eyes the kid at an angle. All attempts - however unconscious - to frighten away any olive branch or friendly hand. Nothing good ever came out of being nice.
"A thank-you gift, huh?" In other words, a reward. The sight of the box straightens him up into one piece again and he reaches for it. "This better not be some sappy--" He rips the lid off, letting it drop unappreciated to the ground beside his feet, and then his eyebrows knit together again. "What's this?" Upper lip curls. Half eaten candy? Fully intending to throw it back at the kid with some quip about keeping his trash to himself, Griss grabs it--
-- and drops it, along with the box, instinct reacting like he'd been bitten. Then consciousness catches up. A glance at his hand, then at the half-eaten bar on the ground, and he kneels to grab it again. This time he doesn't drop it.
"Hahaha! Not bad, kid." With each tickling shock delivered by the prank toy, his grasp around it tightens, his laughter pitching up and down with delight. As he stands, he tosses it into his other hand and with his now free arm, claps Ewan on the shoulder, hard enough to be a punch and maybe not entirely good-natured. One might even think it retaliatory, were it not for the grin on his face.
"You got more trinkets like this, give 'em to me. And you don't gotta go through all this nonsense." He kicks the discarded box, its ribbon and its lid toward Ewan. "I'll even make sure you get some fun out of it, too." The glint in his eye foretells danger, amplified by the way he laughs without blinking. But he's had his fun now, and there's still a job to do. "Anyway, I got places to be." Pocketing the toy, he gives Ewan a wave and resumes his trek to the marketplace. "See ya."