Whilst Burino and found himself talking with John, Poji was sent to find Mister Sun in the cellar. His job? Get a bunch of fake IDs. The cellar was filled to the brim with large wooden barrels of moonshine.
"Hey there, sport."
The crazy Mister Sun was sitting next to a machine that he'd recently made of copper. It was a still.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, sport."
"Can I get some fake ID's?"
"What for?'
"Well, the kid has a plan that involves me getting a job. The only thing is, I don't have any ID."
"Okay, you'll get it when you get it."
"Anything else you want to talk about?"
"Unless you want to help me make a few bucks I frankly couldn't care less for what happens to you. Just as long as I get what I want."
The very jaded words had hit like a bag of bricks on his chest. Mister Sun was selfish. Anyone could figure out that much from a single interaction with him.
"Don't you care about anybody? You have to if you were willing to get married."
"Nah, Miss Moon is a doll. Though, she could absolutely not survive without me. But I'll see what I can do about those ID's. Just make sure not to get into too much trouble."
With how he was talking, one might even think of him as a father figure of sorts. Though Poji had spent a lot of time away from his father and really any living thing, one thing that couldn't be denied was the effect it had on him. He was naturally extroverted but also a very socially awkward person. A weird mixture but it would be fitting if you knew Poji as he naturally spoke fast.
"That's horrible."
"Anything else?"