Zen

Hmm...I guess its going to be a rainy day then... *in the hand of the purpled skin man is an umbrella. time does not stop for no man, and this man needs to continue his way. as he walks down the rainy amd muddy path, he sees a small human, huddled in a shelter. they shiver from the coldness and Zen sees... someone similar to him. he walks over and crouches down.* you look as if you could share some sorrows over Sakè... May I lend an ear?

*I look up from my huddled knees and look at you. you dont make comment about my disheveled appearance, you just smile to me. I nod my head. its too dark to see your discolored skin, so I think youre a human just like me* th-thankyou, sir...

*Zen extends his hand* please, you don't have to call me sir. I'm Zen, and what's your name? *Zen's eyes narrow as he looks down at you, as if he's trying to determine your age*