This is a quaint little trash-made item shoppe. Alot smaller than something you'd find in sector 01 and 02, and not harboring everything you could wish for. Fact, currently all they sell are potions, antidotes, molotovs (however that came to be), and eye drops (to cure darkness). Some random guy named Griff works there. Standing random height, wearing a shirt and pants, a barret over his dirty blond hair. Looks like some old townfolk before midgar took over that refused to move, honestly.
Kiwi rushed in through the door of the place. Breathing heavily, still bleeding from the wounds to his chest (though they aren't that bad, Kiwi's just a gusher). Griff got attention of this fast and got up, asking, "Egads, lad. What happened?"
"I.. I need an antidote to save my friend!" Kiwi started crying midway through it. "I wanna save my friend!"
"Hold on, kid. While I'd love to help, you need to buy the antidote. I can't just give it away, or I wouldn't be able to keep this shop intact."
"But but but... I.." Kiwi looks through his pockets, pulling out a few random items (6 covered shurikans, a hankie, a short shoelace, a map of the place that was poorly drawn and misleading, and a note that remains sealed). To find that he had no cash. He started to cry more. "I gotta save him!"
"Sorry, kid." Griff was one tough guy not to give pity. And actually, he was suffering through this. He wanted to give the kid the antidote, but wouldn't afford to just give away stuff to first timers. "Serves your friend right for playing with chemicals, anyway"
"EXCUSE ME" said a rumbling voice of someone who practically had to bend the doorframe to get in. A HUGE guy! Tiny head on loads upon loads upon loads of muscles, wearing shoes that were almost the size of dumpsters. a giant curved sword on his back. He wasn't actually yelling, it just sounded that way off the rattling walls of the place.
"Hey Gorvt. Haven't seen you in a while, how can I help?" Griff grinned to his big thugging budy. Gor nodded slightly and leaned on the counter (which almost broke it.
Kiwi whined pathetically... Scared of the big thug "But.. the antidote"
The big thug, who has a name. Gorvt. Grumbled out, "I needs some potions fo' me bros. They gots beaten up back at Jaxtor's joint." He used his free hand to plop down a wallet (that Griff had to open for him and remove the gil from while Gor watched). "Oh... And that antidote and potion for the kid. He looks like he went through the pits and back."
Kiwi was given a potion and antidote. He was very surprised. Didn't know what to say. Still scared of the guy, and terrified of the fact of seeing a monster. Not to mention mildly distracted from his mission.
"Take it, kid. It'll put hair on your chest... but it'll help put your chest back together again" Griff encouraged. Kiwi nodded slowly and took the potion. but BLECH! Tasted like bad eggs and a long dead tunafish. He coughed, Gorvt chuckled at this.
"Speaking of kids" the giant steroid-pushing thug grunted, "Either of you seen a kid around 5 ft something with short brown hair, green eyes, a shirt, and.. uh... That's about it."
Kiwi, wondering who that could be, just shook his head, "There are lots of people like that." Adding that in. Griff agreed. Kiwi looked at his antidote for a second before deciding to help Gor in his search, "But you could always ask any guys you see like that if they're who you're looking for."
"Good point. Thanks, kid. You ain't so bad." Gorvt give a huge thumbs up and left. Kiwi watched, a little alone now with the mean old Griff guy next to him.
Griff coughed, "Your poisoned friend?"
Kiwi Gasped, "Oh no! I need to save him!" He ran out the door back to the streets.