His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
You're finishing another day of wheeling and dealing (read: wandering around somewhat aimlessly while the Ark remains dark) when you spot it. The shock of red hair wouldn't be too unusual on its own, but the pale skin beneath it? Definitely not something you see in Torchline very often.
Truth be told, you hadn't expected to see Sam again so soon- given that the last time you'd met he'd straight up said he wouldn't be back until Deepfrost ended. Yet here he is, scurrying around Hualani like an adorable lost little rabbit. Leaning languidly against a post, you watch as he skirts around the groups like he's afraid of stepping on someone's shadow. It's another thing that sticks out like a sore thumb in a place like this; you're really going to have to teach him to blend in more, you think, shaking your head bemusedly.
Are you tracking to make sure nobody pickpockets him? Maybe. Do you clear your throat and make eye contact with a well known street rat who's tailing him as well? Perhaps. When he sits down, pack on the ground, clearly lost in his own thoughts and probably not noticing you, do you walk the perimeter of the area to come behind him where he's resting? Sure, but who wouldn't?
Do you then squat down and slide your hand into his pocket, hoping to extract some treasure with nimble (albeit ill-practiced) fingers, then prop your chin on the bench beside him and lean in close with a cheeky whisper, "Careful, Red, dontcha know there's thieves roamin' this town?"
Abso-fucking-loutely. Gotta keep the newbies from growing too complacent, after all.
Truth be told, you hadn't expected to see Sam again so soon- given that the last time you'd met he'd straight up said he wouldn't be back until Deepfrost ended. Yet here he is, scurrying around Hualani like an adorable lost little rabbit. Leaning languidly against a post, you watch as he skirts around the groups like he's afraid of stepping on someone's shadow. It's another thing that sticks out like a sore thumb in a place like this; you're really going to have to teach him to blend in more, you think, shaking your head bemusedly.
Are you tracking to make sure nobody pickpockets him? Maybe. Do you clear your throat and make eye contact with a well known street rat who's tailing him as well? Perhaps. When he sits down, pack on the ground, clearly lost in his own thoughts and probably not noticing you, do you walk the perimeter of the area to come behind him where he's resting? Sure, but who wouldn't?
Do you then squat down and slide your hand into his pocket, hoping to extract some treasure with nimble (albeit ill-practiced) fingers, then prop your chin on the bench beside him and lean in close with a cheeky whisper, "Careful, Red, dontcha know there's thieves roamin' this town?"
Abso-fucking-loutely. Gotta keep the newbies from growing too complacent, after all.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
