Kiki leaned a bit closer when asked another question, his hand moving to rub his forehead as he thought. What did he do? He assumed that the cobbler was asking about a job, and frankly Killian had never had one. Half of his life was spent being groomed to be some great leader, and the other half was him trying to run away from it. He had many skills, but none directly translated into something breadwinning.
A soft chuckle and a shake of his head, the boy shook his hand down in a shruggish move. ”Honestly, I don’t really know. It’s a long story, but where I’m from I didn’t do work exactly, it was more just training. But I like to explore, and I’m good with directions,” he said, then remembered how fucking lost he’d been not long ago and added, ”Usually. Anyway I’d like to find something to do here, I just don’t really know where I fit in yet.”
rock children hold your heads up high