George
George leaned against the wall outside the bar, pulling a coin from his own hidden purse to flip in the air as he waited for Hawke. People streamed by outside the bar, some going in, others coming out, and many passing it by entirely. It was a busy night in the Last Whisper, and George was eager to see how the rest of it played out.
When Hawke passed by, a smile on their face, George hid a grin of his own and pushed off from the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets. He walked down the street after Hawke, not following them, exactly, but meandering from this stall to that. He made a purchase of two apple fritters at one stall, admired a particularly decorative-looking knife at another, then ducked into the alley behind his new friend.
"Not bad," he said, holding out a fritter to Hawke with a crooked grin. "Simple and clean." Just the way he liked it. Nothing messy, no getting caught - just an easy target losing his fat purse.
When Hawke passed by, a smile on their face, George hid a grin of his own and pushed off from the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets. He walked down the street after Hawke, not following them, exactly, but meandering from this stall to that. He made a purchase of two apple fritters at one stall, admired a particularly decorative-looking knife at another, then ducked into the alley behind his new friend.
"Not bad," he said, holding out a fritter to Hawke with a crooked grin. "Simple and clean." Just the way he liked it. Nothing messy, no getting caught - just an easy target losing his fat purse.
if life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
