"Oawwwhh!" Mao let out an exaggerated groan of disappointment when upon his arrival to the haunted house he found it being closed up. He had hoped he'd make it in time to just do a quick run through it, even if no one was inside. He loved the sets and decorations. They didn't have too many animatronics here, why bother when there were plenty of freaky looking mutants around to use? The boy puffed his cheeks out, huffing and pouting over his misfortune. But hey, at least there was some one to talk to.
A crooked, foxy grin curved across Mao's face, his eyes bright with impish glee at what he stumbled onto.
"Are you driiinkiiing...??" The word was drawn out, the way a child's did when they caught a sibling doing something wrong and they know they totally bagged themselves some good blackmail. Mao clomped closer, cracking his knuckles casually, feigning innocence.
"If you share, I won't tell on you." The boy was a brave son of a bitch, not at all phased by the man before him. Mao was a teeny, tiny thing in comparison. The pale mutant towered over Mao's little five foot frame, the Japanese boy was almost as thin, he was simply skinny rather than ghastly and skeletal. Mao's threat to tattle was unfounded, he'd never actually do it, but it was fun to say he would. He didn't expect to be believed, but he did want some of that Jack Daniels.