see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
"Lookin' awful close." Spun around, the kid looks surprisingly grown-up for his size, his face bearing signs of age you wouldn't expect on one so small. But you're a dense fucker so the obvious connection absolutely is not made.
Instead you figure he must be a dock rat, though you're surprised you haven't seen him before. He's good at what he's doing, too; you almost miss the way his eyes flick down upon your wrists. He'll find only a bracelet of wood and stone, your wedding ring long since removed, but he's happy to try and nick it.
Hell, you almost want him to. You could use new recruits before the Ark returns to harbor.
Shrugging, you stuff your hands into your pockets. "Sometimes." Out comes the right hand, now holding a bright silver coin. Nonchalant as anything, you run it through your fingers. "Whaddya bout you, kid? Ain't seen ya 'round before."
Instead you figure he must be a dock rat, though you're surprised you haven't seen him before. He's good at what he's doing, too; you almost miss the way his eyes flick down upon your wrists. He'll find only a bracelet of wood and stone, your wedding ring long since removed, but he's happy to try and nick it.
Hell, you almost want him to. You could use new recruits before the Ark returns to harbor.
Shrugging, you stuff your hands into your pockets. "Sometimes." Out comes the right hand, now holding a bright silver coin. Nonchalant as anything, you run it through your fingers. "Whaddya bout you, kid? Ain't seen ya 'round before."
ZEPHYR
