08-29-2018, 02:09 AM
The utterance of a merchant was enough to dust off memories hidden within the boy's mind. Wandering about, calling out in hopes someone nearby would be fortunate enough to purchase. But he had never partaken in actual trade; he wasn't even able to afford the clothes on his back. So he resorted to theft. Nothing too harmful. Until the merchants realized a missing ware and he hadn't been swift nor lucky enough to avoid their wrath. Then it was harmful; if he had a dollar for every time threats about cutting his grubby hands off were spat in his face, he wouldn't need to steal in the first place.
She seemed different. Maybe he could be different, too. Don't be naïve, Becky. The mangy feline broke from his staring trace, violently shaking his head hard enough to hear his brain slosh around, forcing the voice away from his thoughts. Blinking once or twice to recover his senses, he waited for others to approach before mimicking their actions, slipping from the jungle's undergrowth and creeping his way up being the fiery cat -- as expected, the new peer smelled like nothing but a cloud of bitter smoke. What looked to be a botched attempt at a cheetah from a nature documentary had reached Lua first, and Beck couldn't help but tilt his head childishly at his oddities. Weird, but nothing new. The same reptilian giant he met at an intimidated glance was besides them, too, and perhaps Beck cowered behind Bakugou at the sight of him.
His attention, however, was soon drawn to the cart the others had flocked to, and while nearsighted eyes failed to discern the finer details of her stock, there were definitely shiny objects in the stash. He wouldn't mind adding more shiny treasures to his own collection -- Beck's interest deflated as he remembered that society bartered for goods. And shiny meant expensive. A rattle of a huff left the boy, peeking around Bakugou and squinting to look for anything that would be easy to swipe and hide if he needed to. There was a little box, one he recognized from various game nights once eavesdropped on, and was supposedly for cards. He didn't believe he had one of those yet. Hesitating, the poltergeist did his best to straighten from his slouch, lazily wave to the card deck's direction, and mumble out the side of his unscathed mouth to Lua, "How, um, how much does that thingy cost?" No, wait, he didn't have their money. "I mean -- what do I gotta give for it?" he corrected, rasping speech slurred as his broken jaw distorted his words.
[align=center]»――➤She seemed different. Maybe he could be different, too. Don't be naïve, Becky. The mangy feline broke from his staring trace, violently shaking his head hard enough to hear his brain slosh around, forcing the voice away from his thoughts. Blinking once or twice to recover his senses, he waited for others to approach before mimicking their actions, slipping from the jungle's undergrowth and creeping his way up being the fiery cat -- as expected, the new peer smelled like nothing but a cloud of bitter smoke. What looked to be a botched attempt at a cheetah from a nature documentary had reached Lua first, and Beck couldn't help but tilt his head childishly at his oddities. Weird, but nothing new. The same reptilian giant he met at an intimidated glance was besides them, too, and perhaps Beck cowered behind Bakugou at the sight of him.
His attention, however, was soon drawn to the cart the others had flocked to, and while nearsighted eyes failed to discern the finer details of her stock, there were definitely shiny objects in the stash. He wouldn't mind adding more shiny treasures to his own collection -- Beck's interest deflated as he remembered that society bartered for goods. And shiny meant expensive. A rattle of a huff left the boy, peeking around Bakugou and squinting to look for anything that would be easy to swipe and hide if he needed to. There was a little box, one he recognized from various game nights once eavesdropped on, and was supposedly for cards. He didn't believe he had one of those yet. Hesitating, the poltergeist did his best to straighten from his slouch, lazily wave to the card deck's direction, and mumble out the side of his unscathed mouth to Lua, "How, um, how much does that thingy cost?" No, wait, he didn't have their money. "I mean -- what do I gotta give for it?" he corrected, rasping speech slurred as his broken jaw distorted his words.