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First Bowl of Noodles

The story of how Mei and MK stumbled into Pigsy's Noodles and met Pigsy and Tang

**Several years pre-canon**

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It was a regular rainy thursday afternoon for Pigsy, customers shifting in and out of the restaurant at a slower pace than usually, the soft pattering of rain outside, and Tang working on his dissertation, still hemming and hawing at whether or not he chose the right topic has he had been for just about forever now– and of course, he was also not paying for his food. Pigsy would’ve bothered him, but the restaurant was so quiet and peaceful he didn’t feel like disturbing it.

It was right then he jinxed it, as he heard the door burst open, followed by the sounds of sopping wet sneakers ducking under a booth and some whispers, leaving what he knew without looking was probably a massive trail of mud water and dirt without an apology.

Kids.

Just what he wanted right now.

Here we go…

Pigsy put the pot he was working on to a simmer before going to the booth and knocking on the table. “Can I help you two down there?” he huffed. Sheepishly, two maybe ten-year-olds, one boy and one girl, popped out on opposite sides of the booth– with the girl having a massive bruise on her cheek.

“Haha, sorry sir, can we have a menu?” The girl smiled brightly at him. Pigsy rolled his eyes and pointed to the rack of them against the wall. “Oh,” she laughed nervously and grabbed one, burying her face in it. Pigsy huffed and went back to the kitchen.

“They’re just kids Pigsy, let them be,” Tang gave Pigsy a look.

“Pay for your food and maybe I’ll listen to your advice,” Pigsy smirked, going back to working on a plate of biangbiang noodles.

“Do you think we lost em?” Pigsy could hear the boy attempt to whisper clear as day due to the sheer emptiness of the restaurant. He tried to ignore it, but he was always a bit of an eavesdropper.

“I dunno, I’d say so,” She said, her voice muffled from still hiding her face in the menu presumably.

‘Lost em’? The last thing Pigsy needed on this perfectly calm Thursday afternoon was a fight in his restaurant. He glanced at the door as he finished the biangbiang noodles, put it into a to-go container and bag and handed it to the last remaining paying customer.

“...sorry I kind of let you get punched in the face back there, Mei,” The boy picked at his menu anxiously, which made Pigsy furrow his brow.

“Psh, you know I can handle myself.” The girl, Mei, said, finally lifting her face from the menu. Pigsy busied himself by wiping down the counters in the kitchen.

“Well yeaaaahhhh, but still– sorry,” The boy apologized again.

“What, you want me to punch you in the face so we’re even?” Mei snorted.

Pigsy immediately set down his rag and went to the table.

“You know you have to come to the bar to order, right?” Pigsy asked the kids, causing them to jump in their seats.

“Yes sir, Mr..?” The boy had no idea where he was.

“Pigsy. Of ‘Pigsy’s Noodles.’ You know– the restaurant you’re in right now? THe very restaurant you dragged all of your muddy footprints into?” Pigsy tapped his foot. He could practically feel Tang’s ‘go easy on them’ eyes on his back but he didn’t care. He would not have any fights or tomfoolery in his family’s restaurant, no siree.

“Wow Pigsy’s Noodles?! My parents never let me come here,” Mei grinned, leaving Pigsy confused as to if he should be offended or not.

“Look kids– I don’t want any trouble, so either order food or get on your way, alright?” Pigsy rubbed his forehead before he pulled out a pen and pad from his apron.

“Right! W-well, I’ll get the– uhm.. the crab roe noodles,” Mei grinned at him as she put her menu back.

“This kid just ordered the most expensive noodles in the shop and she has no clue,” Pigsy shook his head.

“You sure? They aren’t cheap,” Pigsy wrote the order down anyway.

Mei nodded. “And MK will have—”

“I will have reganmian, please and thank you,” the boy, MK, grinned as big as the girl.

Well at least one of them seems to know prices.

“Alright, that’ll be ready soon enough– and if there’s any kind of mischief or antics you guys are out of here, understand? Also, I expect you two to also mop up those footprints– makes my business look bad,” Pigsy shot a look and the kids did a military salute.

“Yes sir, Mr. Pigsy,” They said in unison before laughing. Pigsy just rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Pigsy got to work straightaway, thinking that if the kids did have to bounce at least he could enjoy the crab roe noodles– he never let himself have it because of how much it cost him to even get the stuff.

Tang was still tap-tap-tapping away at his keyboard, and the rain quieted to a soft drizzle, leaving the only sounds once again to be the boiling of water and the kids talking.

“...How mad are your parents gonna be when you get home late?” Mei asked.

MK took a bit to respond. “I dunno– probably a lot.”

“Like– last time you snuck out bad or worse?”

“...I dunno. Maybe worse.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“It’s not your fault those guys are a bunch of bullies and decided to chase us through the city,” MK assured.

Ah, so that was their story.

Hmph.

“What kind of parent blames their kid for being bullied?” Tang whispered to himself while typing, meaning he was eavesdropping too.

Pigsy tried to focus on his cooking as some orders also rolled in from the online service.

“If it’s any help, my parents are gonna be mad at me too. Especially after the whole motorcycle stunt, haha.”

“That was pretty stupid of us, wasn’t it?” MK laughed. “Man, I can’t believe it didn’t explode after all the junk we did to it– and the look on your nanny’s face was hilarious.”

“Haha, yeah! Good times,” The ten-year-old girl smiled.

“I wish I could tap into my inner dragon though– it’d help a lot with the bullies instead of being all bark with very a reasonable bit but not enough bite. My dad unlocked his when he was seven, I’m practically a runt,” Mei gave a dramatic huff and rested her arms and head on the table with a slam that made the table shake and Pigsy cringe.

MK was quick to comfort though. “You’re not a runt Mei, you’re you– like that book I hate– Charlotte’s Web.”

“Wow, MK, you have such a way with words,” Mei laughed. MK laughed too, to Pigsy’s curiosity (that he was totally feeling on accident because he was just so focused on cooking you know).

Pigsy finished MK’s dish, and so kept it under low heat while he started to cook the crab for Mei’s noodles.

“Okay, okay, for real you don’t need an inner dragon right now, you’re totally cool as is,” MK was pretty sincere for a kid.

“Yeah, yeah, ya big sap,” Mei blew a raspberry, which was followed by the whacking of a menu, which was followed by the whacking of another menu and–

“I said no antics, you two,” Pigsy scolded from the kitchen.

The kids gave a simultaneous “Sorry!” before it turned into a giggling fit.

Oy, was this crab ready yet?

Nope, still needed ginger and sugar and wine.

Pigsy muttered to himself and added the spices.

“Woah– that’s a cool plaque. Hey Mister Pigsy! What’dya get this plaque for?!” The boy shouted so loud so suddenly Pigsy nearly cut his finger off.

“Kid– don’t distract the chef when he’s cooking, alright?” He gave the kid a look, causing him to shrink down.

“You talking about the big blue and gold one up top?” Tang gave Pigsy a quick look before swiveling his stool towards the kids.

“Yeah! Looks cool!” MK said, his spirits returning.

“I believe that was the ‘Best Non-Dragon Themed Restaurant’ about five years ago?” Tang tapped his chin.

“Oh please– it was the ‘Best Wontons 2008’ and you know that, Tang,” Pigsy rolled his eyes.

“Oh right. Best Non-Drago Themed Restaurant is the one over there,” Tang pointed at the one right beneath, which was black and green with a fairly impressive carving of a dragon on it– which, come to think of it, kind of defeats the purpose.

“Haha, cool!” Mei said. “How does a restaurant get so many plaques? There’s a billion of them!”

“You think this is cool, there’s even more in the basement. This restaurant has been in that old grump’s family for generations–”

“Tang, I really don’t need you to give the kid’s my entire life story, I can do that on my own time,” Pigsy said, turning the heat off the crab to make sure it didn’t burn.

“Is it true? That’s so cool–! Family history is so cool, I wish I had a cool family,” MK had a huge dopey grin on his face. Tang and Pigsy shared a look.

Pigsy added the crab to Mei’s noodles and hit the bell. “Alright, food’s up. That’s 120.38 yuan for the crab roe noodles, and 43.83 yuan for the reganmian.”

MK tensed at that, as Pigsy expected. He sighed as he tapped numbers into the machine, expecting Mei or him to admit they didn’t have money, but to his surprise, the girl walked up confidently with a little coin purse where she pulled out a–

Sweet mother of God– is that a Silk World Card????

“Kid, where the heck did you get this?!” Pigsy didn’t even know if his machine would take such a thing.

“It’s mine– see? It says ‘Mei Dragon’ right there,” Mei reached over the bar to point.

Mei… Dragon??? As in the descendant of the White Horse Dragon????

Holy fucking shit.

“R-right, um… this’ll just be a second,” Pigsy had no idea how she was being so casual about this– how she was a casual kid in general– No– not in general, she was a kid with a huge bruise on her face and mud all over her shoes from getting in a fight– how the hell was she the daughter of a billionaire???

Thankfully, his machine took the card and Mei took the noodles happily back to the table. When he looked back, Tang’s mouth was wide open.

“You mean you’re a descendant of Ao Lie???? The White Horse Dragon??? The one from The Journey to the West????” Tang was practically fanboying.

“Yep!” Mei said, getting a good whiff of the noodles, whereas MK was scarfing his down at lightning fast speeds.

“Jeez kid, it’s like you’ve never had a decent meal in your life,” Pigsy joked, kind of startled how a kid that small ate that fast.

MK wiped his face with his sleeve. “Lunch was meh and I skipped breakfast so– hungry I guess,” he laughed.

“You should see him when they have pop-tarts in the cafeteria. He can eat ten of them in like– five seconds,” Mei said it like it was a brag and not something incredibly disturbing.

“It’s true,” MK grinned, slurping a noodle through his teeth.

“Man, kids these days,” Pigsy shook his head and went back to work.

“You know, it was a billion years ago, but you were also a kid once too, Pigsy,” Tang teased him, typing away at his laptop again.

“Really?! Man, if you told me that old grump was always an old grump I’d believe you,” Mei said with her whole chest, to the point where Pigsy was only 80% sure she was joking.

“Oh no, I’m pretty sure he’s always been a grump,” Tang smirked at Pigsy, who almost gave him the finger, before remembering there were kids here.

“Imagine a frowny faced little piggy– in his big ole chef’s hat with a big frown saying ‘i better not hear another peep outta you guys!’” MK shook his fist dramatically.

Day one and these kids were already making fun of him.

And this was why he usually refused service to lone children.

Right then, a gust of cold air came through the door as the bell chimed for another customer, shutting up MK and Mei instantly as they buried their heads in the menus again.

“Can I help you..?” Pigsy raised an eyebrow at the kids, before realizing a possy of three stupid looking fourteen-year-olds were standing in the doorway, dripping rain and more mud water on his floors (and he had just mopped an hour ago).

“We’re looking for two brats who ran off in this direction, two fifth graders, one girl one boy– seen em?” The ‘leader’ said, sticking his hands in the pockets of his ‘oh-so-tough’ leather jacket.

“Jesus Christ– I do not want any fighting or antics or teenagers in my restaurant. Get out,” Pigsy ordered, briefly glancing at Tang and the kids–

Fuck.

The teens followed his gaze and strutted up to the table, the leader guy slamming his hands on the table.

“Hey there, Lizard Girl. Thought you got away?” He pulled down Mei’s menu.

“It’s Dragon Girl. And buzz off,” Mei glared at him.

“Yeah! Buzz off,” MK defended his friend.

“Yeah, yeah, you still owe me for what you did to Xiran’s face,” he snatched their menus away.

“Hey– no fighting! Especially ten-year-olds– Jeez, do you not have anyone your own size to pick on,” Pigsy angrily rolled up his sleeves and stepped out of the kitchen.

“It’s not my fault Xiran fell out of that tree– I was climbing very normally and she decided to leap and–”

“Blah blah blah– Do you ever shut up?!” The bully grabbed MK’s collar and Pigsy intervened, pulling the two apart.

“Out. Now.”

The kids laughed, though one was notably worried. Pigsy gave them a death glare, and the leader raised his hand in an arrogant behavior that made Pigsy’s eyes roll so hard it almost hurt.

“Alright, alright, we’re good kids, we know when we aren’t welcome. Let’s go, crew.”

Pigsy scoffed and watched them until they were almost completely out the door, heading back to the kitchen when he suddenly heard a very loud shatter sound and a scream from Mei, as well as the teens laughing and running out of the restaurant.

“MK!!! A-a-are you okay?!” Mei asked her friend who was–

Holy fuck those idiots threw a fucking plate at his head– oh my god–

“...Ow,” The kid was bleeding like crazy and was now holding his head.

“Holy fuck, kid–! Are you okay?! Tang, go get a towel– and call an ambulance maybe too,” Pigsy leapt to examine the damage done, while Tang quickly scurried to the supply closet.

“Why the fuck did they do that–??? Jeez– what is wrong with kids these days– that was a perfectly good plate– are you alright? What’s today’s date? Do you know your home address?” Pigsy started asking the kid questions for concussions. Tang quickly returned with a towel, and Pigsy put it against the gash in the kid’s head to help stop the bleeding.

“Fucked up her face– fell from tree– branch gave her big ol’ scar,” MK was very, very dizzy.

“Tang, you calling that ambulance?” Pigsy glanced at him, who snapped out of his fearful state to grab his phone and start dialing.

“MK– a-are you okay?” Mei was trembling, the poor kid.

“He’ll be fine, okay sweetie? Jesus– do you know those kids' names? You’ll need them to press charges, because holy fu– I– uhm…” Pigsy said– biting his tongue for swearing in front of kids.

What? Just because he didn’t like them in his restaurant didn’t mean he didn’t have manners.

Mei nodded her head, tears filling her eyes as she patted MK’s back, who gave a goofy smile in response.

Jesus Christ this kid was delirious…

Thankfully the ambulance was here before they knew it and well– everyone just kind of came along because– it made sense seeing as they were the only witnesses. Pigsy quickly locked up the place before they all hopped in. Sure he’d miss the dinner rush but this mattered to him… for some reason.

When they got to the hospital, MK was taken away for stitches and an x-ray, leaving Mei, Tang and Pigsy in the lobby.

It was awkward in the lobby, as none of the trio really knew what to say. Mei sat in between Pigsy and Tang, just looking at the ground with a bouncing leg and a fresh ice pack a nurse gave her for her bruise.

“I’m sorry for the broken plate, Mr. Pigsy,” Mei eventually broke the awkward silence.

“Don’t sweat it kid– I just hope your friend’s okay,” Pigsy brushed it off, which seemed to upset her somehow.

“But you said you didn’t want fighting and shenanigans and we stayed anyway and now there’s a lot of bl–bl—...” Mei shuddered at the memory.

“I know what I said, but it obviously ain’t your fault. I’d never get mad at the little guy,” Pigsy assured her, which brought a little smile to her face.

“Thanks, Mister,” Mei yawned.

“You know… those noodles were really good. I wish I gotta eat them all,” Mei sighed, her eyelids starting to get heavy.

“Yeah, well you’re welcome to visit anytime kiddo,” Pigsy said, and he was pretty sure he meant it. These kids were… cute? Funny? Pigsy didn’t know– but he did know he liked them– and it’s clear they needed someone who could keep an eye on them.

“Thanks, Mr. Pigsy,” She smiled up at him tiredly.

Pigsy smiled a little before he realized Tang was giving him a look. Pigsy flashed him the finger, which made Tang roll his eyes with a snort.

The chef was too busy being annoyed by Tang to notice Mei had curled up in the chair and began to sleep on his arm.

Oh my god– what am I supposed to do? Can I move? Is she really asleep? Is falling asleep? How long will I be like this? God– I bet Tang is taking pictures– I need to stretch my legs– what am I even doing here I don’t even know these kids– oh my god–

“Mr. Pigsy?” A nurse called from across the room, making Pigsy internally panic more until thankfully Mei sprung to life and ran to the nurse.

“Is MK okay? Is he dying? Dead? In a coma?” She asked as Pigsy got up with Tang.

“Your brother is doing quite alright,” The nurse laughed and patted her shoulder. Pigsy was only half surprised she didn’t correct her.

The nurse then turned to Tang and Pigsy. “There’s no fracture in the skull thankfully, but he has a minor concussion and it’s very likely he’ll have a scar across the forehead.”

“Ah that’s good,” Pigsy sighed a breath of relief.

“Mhm. He should be out in just a moment now– and I recommend going easy on the hugs for right now,” She said that last part to Mei who nodded very seriously.

Right then, the door swung open to reveal MK, who had giant bandages on his head. Mei almost immediately ignored the nurse’s advice and ran over to hug him– though she wisely contained her strength and gave a regular tension hug.

“Hi Mei,” MK hugged her back.

“Aww, you’re right Pigsy, these kids are cute,” Tang smiled and patted his shoulder.

“Excuse me, I never said that I–”

“I’m a mind reader Piggy, you know that,” He pinched his cheek too.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” The chef stifled a smile. “How’re you feeling kid?”

“Really, really sorry for messing up your restaurant, I-i promise I’ll make it up to you, sir,” MK begged for forgiveness by bowing.

“Jeez kid, it’s alright– it’s not your fault,” Pigsy pulled at the collar of his chef’s shirt. MK looked at the ground and kicked it.

“I’d still like to make it up,” he mumbled.

Pigsy sighed. “How’s about once a week you can stop by and, I dunno, mop the floors or something? How’s that sound?”

MK’s eyes instantly lit up. “That sounds amazing! Thanks mister.”

“Mister? Are you not Qi Xioatan’s fathers?” The nurse looked very confused.

“Ah– no, I’m just the owner of the restaurant where he was attacked,” Pigsy confessed, though he would’ve earlier if anyone had asked him.

“I see– Xioatan, do you know your parents’ number?” She asked MK.

“I uh… I do…” He glanced at Mei.

“I-i am his uncle though! So I can take him home,” Tang interrupted.

“Ah, wonderful! You’re all checked out, have a safe trip home,” the nurse smiled at MK.

“Thanks for all the help,” MK smiled and waved as the group started to head out.

They all walked in silence for a bit as they moved through the maze that was the hospital until they got to the city bus stop and sat on the bench to wait for it to take them back to Pigsy’s Noodles or whatever stop was closest to MK or Mei’s home.

They rode the bus in silence too, and it turned out the stop around the corner from Pigsy’s noodles was the closest one to MK’s home and so they all got off there.

“I um… thanks a lot, misters. I…” MK clearly didn’t know what to say, kicking at the rocks.

“He means to say we’re really really happy we ran into your restaurant out of all the others. You guys are cool– I think we found ourselves a hangout spot,” Mei grinned at her bestie, who laughed and grinned a little back.

“Like I said, you’re welcome whenever,” Pigsy assured with a crooked smile.

“Sap,” Tang whispered in his ear, and Pigsy quickly elbowed his side.

“You kids alright going home from here?” He asked. Mei and MK nodded.

“We know this city like the back of our hands, don’t we MK?” she said.

“Yeah! And I live like– two or three blocks down, so we’re good,” MK said.

“I dunno– it is pretty dark– how’s about I drive you? It’s not far I know, but it’d make me feel better to know you two don’t get kidnapped the moment you’re out of my– our sights,” Pigsy included Tang for some reason.

“You know what– how’s about I borrow your phone so I can call my parent’s car? I’m sure my parents would like that more than a stranger driving me, no offense Mr. Pigsy,” Mei said, fiddling with her jacket zipper.

“Oh of course– that makes a lot of sense,” Pigsy took his phone out and handed it to the girl, who walked a bit aways to make the call.

MK watched her as she left, his face falling to a one of contemplative sorrow.

“You okay kid?” Pigsy asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Y-yeah! I just– I dunno what to say to my parents,” MK shrugged off the hand, which only made Pigsy and Tang more worried.

“Are your parents… good to you?” Tang clearly didn’t know how to ask that kind of question.

“O-of course they are! They’re just– um– they– they don’t like fighting– yeah, they don’t like that and they’ll be upset to know I got in another fight,” MK clearly lied.

“Well… Pigsy’s Noodle’s doors are always open if you need it kiddo, alright?” The pig chef asked.

“Y-yeah! Thanks– thanks a lot– I… I promise I’ll help sweep and mop and do the dishes once a week– how does Tuesday sound?” MK got excited again at the prospect of working, which was the last thing Pigsy expected.

“Sounds great, kid,” Pigsy gave him a thumbs up just as Mei came back.

“They’ll be here soon,” Mei told the group, who nodded in confirmation.

“Well, to repeat what I said earlier, Pigsy’s Noodles is open whenever, so feel free to stop by anytime, not just when you’re in a lot of danger,” He joked, which made the kids laugh.

“We promise it won’t be all the time,” MK said.

“Well– we promise it won’t be most– no um– we promise there will be some times we visit that we won’t be in danger,” Mei said, and Pigsy laughed despite not knowing if she was kidding or not.

“And hey– if any of you are into the stories and legend of Sun Wukong, I am a scholar so–”

“You know the stories of Sun Wukong?! I love the Monkey King!!!” MK’s eyes practically sparkled with delight.

“Not those legends– I thought this dissertation would be the end of me hearing about Monkey King,” Pigsy groaned.

“Oh please, I need to pass my knowledge down to the younger generations, Piggy, surely you know that,” Tang gave that same stupid smile he always did that made Pigsy want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“Yeah! Pass down that knowledge! Monkey King is the coolest– how can you not like him?!” MK seemed almost offended.

Pigsy snorted. “I just prefer stories of actual heroism– stories of good people doing good things and working hard with no powers.”

“Aw, but that’s lame!” MK booed.

“You know, maybe I will ban you two from Pigsy’s noodles after all–”

“NO!” The kids pleaded simultaneously.

“I’m joking, I’m joking– you kids are funny, you know that?” Pigsy laughed so hard he wiped a tear from his eye.

“Meanie,” Mei blew a raspberry before laughing with MK. Just then a long white limousine pulled up, the driver stepping out in a perfect suit with a jade dragon pin on the lapel.

“Mei. Xioatan.” He said, opening the doors for them.

“Thanks Mr. Zihan! And thank you again Mr. Pigsy and Mr. Tang– tonight sucked but was also fun! You two are weird!” Mei grinned as she took her seat.

“Yeah! You guys are weird, I like it,” MK agreed with her before stepping in. “I’ll see you tuesday!”

“See you Tuesday kid,” Pigsy waved as the driver closed the door and before the scholar or the chef knew it, the car was gone.

“Wow you are SUCH a softie– I mean– I already knew that, but I thought you were gonna hide it from them for a lot longer!” Tang immediately started making fun of him.

“You know, one of these days I’m actually going to stop making food for you without you paying and then you’ll regret all this teasing you do,” Pigsy huffed, reaching into his pockets for the keys to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“Ah, you and I both know that’ll never happen– you love me too much,” Tang grinned stupidly.

“Keep testing me and we’ll see,” Pigsy mocked the smile as the lock clicked and they went in.

The interior was somehow worse than they remembered, though there was a distinct smell of boiled over water, burnt noodles and other such vegetables.

He forgot to turn the stove off.

“Yeesh, that’s a mess– that’s great so I’m just gonna grab my laptop–” Tang squeezed in, but Pigsy grabbed his shirt sleeve.

“Nuh-uh. You want free food, you’re gonna clean too. I’ll deal with the kitchen, you deal with the sitting area,” Pigsy ordered, and Tang hung his head in defeat.

“I hate you,” Tang said, going to the supply closet.

“Aww, love you too Tang-y,” Pigsy smirked as he went to the kitchen and turned everything off and scraped the bad food in the trash.

“Do you think that kid– MK– is gonna fulfill his promise? He’s gotta be like– ten,” Tang asked when he returned with a mop.

Pigsy shrugged. “I dunno. He seemed genuine enough.”

“And you say you don’t want kids, tsk tsk tsk,” Tang teased him again, and Pigsy threw a sponge at him.

“I said not to test me, Tang,” He glared.

“But you make it so easy–”

Pigsy threw more sponges, but this time Tang ducked.

“Haha! Didn’t get me–”

Pigsy threw another one and it smacked him right in the face.

“Get to work, you freeloader,” the chef ordered.

“Yes sir, Mr. Pigsy,” Tang mocked him, actually starting to mop.

“Mr. Pigsy,” The chef scoffed to himself as he used his now only remaining sponge to clean pots and pans.

…It wasn’t that Tang was wrong– Pigsy wasn’t the biggest fan of children, but Mei and MK were… different? They were kinda cute, kinda funny, kinda concerning every time they talked about their own families– Pigsy liked them– sued him.

They clearly needed an adult figure they could turn to and–

God what was Pigsy saying? He wasn’t a father figure– he was hardly a “figure” to anyone ever.

But you know– if one of those kids needed him, he wouldn’t like– say no or anything. After all, that Mei girl is part of the Dragon Clan and that meant some serious good business– yeah, good business.

…okay, okay, he was kind of lying to himself– he liked Mei because she was a funny kid and so was MK and they were welcome any time because Pigsy was worried about them already and he only knew them for a couple of hours.

He hoped he wasn’t in over his head or anything– the way Mei talked made it seem like they were a danger magnet.

Kind of like his younger years almost…

Pigsy smiled to himself as he continued to rinse and scrub dishes clean.

It didn’t matter if he was in over his head, he liked those kids and would help them out anyway, and that was a Pigsy Guarantee.

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