I'm Counting Sheep but Running Out

Locke

im all for compassion

The pout turns into pursed lips and Locke narrows his eyes. He's getting tired of this. "Look, I saw you take it and you're going to give it to me or I am going to take it from you, okay?" His voice is low, almost a whisper as he takes a step closer. Would it really be so bad to punch this kid? Probably. But Locke isn't worried so much more about being bad.

Then again, he's feeling maybe generous. "How's 'bout this.. You give me the chain, that I saw you take.. And I'll give you.. somethin' else?" He's got all kinds of shit he's stolen since he's been here. Mostly little trinkets and things. Nothing quite worth the price of the golden chain but he might be able to fake the value of something. It's not his strongest skill set but it's fine.

"Or.. I'll just take it By force. Mkay?"

but not on my dime