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“Lucky for you, that’s what I like.”

          “What’s the matter, mate, don’t you trust me?”  Not that he would be surprised would a negative answer come to his question, he was sure it sounded a little shady; but right now he was truly about to help this man out, give him a few tips of his own. From one thief to another. If the other didn’t want to go for it, he would do so himself. However, he stepped just a little closer, speaking up once again in a soft tone.   “Look, I’ll be here as back-up, a’right? Or if you want me to distract him even further then I can do that as well. However, if you look closely, it seems he’s only interested in his phone and that woman over there – not that I would judge him for it…”

“Oh, you’re-you’re too kind Mista’ Moon.” Mike said with a wave of his hand. He’s well aware he’s Moon’s favorite and brings it up constantly to the other avatars, but he loves to be reminded of it. He stops for a moment and curiously tilts his head at the mascot.

“New song? How am I gonna get a new song? I mean, I know they’re un-lockable, but I need to be played more for that.” Mike knows someone could go into the code, but that’d be against programming! 

     ❝ Just leave it to me, Mike! This is    m y    game --- & therefore I have privileges! ❞ It was a LIE. Buster may be the main mascot of Moon Revolution & held this game with great PRIDE --- but that was as far as it went. So, what if he bent the rules a little? It would be    f i n e .    Mike didn’t need to know these nitty-griity details.

      “BY WASHING CARS WITH YOUR BODY?”  She couldn’t help the initial response that would drop from her maw, the sarcasm practically instinct.  Even if Bolt had helped ease her into being a more… CONSIDERATE character, she wasn’t entirely tamed.  The feline’s ears flicked, watching her companion for some few moments as she tried to comprehend the situation before her.  A sort of disappointment sat in her chest.  Not because he had caused the collapse of a theater once known so well ( even to someone as uncultured as her ), but because she had read about him being the d r e a m e r.  To never give up.  How odd it was they seemed to have switched places.

                            Her from hardship to luxury… and him from – not so much luxury – hope and creation to such a rough time to endure.  If it wasn’t enough that his business and dreams had collapsed, people knew it.  And pointed it out.  Including her.

             Giving an a w k w a r d cough, an apology rose to her lips but she refrained.  He wasn’t seeking out her pity most likely, and nothing she were to say would fix what had been shattered.  If Mittens understood anything, that was something.  She had lost a number of things in her lifetime, including a dream.  However, the canine who had brought her in had given her a REFRESHED view of the world, even if he hasn’t quite helped her find a new dream to seek.  For her, she felt, it was too late.  She was too old.  But, at least, she might live out the rest of her time happy… unlike her grey companion before her.

                                  The ensuing words to be given from her were said without much thought, surprising her even.  “If you haven’t taken off for lunch yet, why don’t I TREAT you to something as your tip?  I’ve got the cash and the time.  Plus, I don’t know this city.  Any help will be rewarded.  Get a penny’s worth as you’d say.”

     It was the most he could do. This is what he BELIEVED anyway. With the media bringing down everything he worked hard for with nothing to show for it, of course he’d believe that. He may have chosen any other job--- such as retail or fast food ---but washing cars was the only other job he knew. Which was from his father’s history ------ & it made him    g l a d    that he wouldn’t be able to see him now. 

     Being made fun of for this was nothing    N E W .    Buster could lie & just say it was all background noise to the koala now, but that’s just what it would be: A LIE. It bothered him immensely, for it was a constant reminder of how badly damaged he became. His father would have been quite disappointed in him for living a life like this uselessly. At least he had done this & saved money for a DREAM  ( one Buster couldn’t even fulfill ).  Moon only did this so he could LIVE, which wasn’t even the most promising scenario at times.

     Before he could snap back some sort of reply to the insult, she offered him something else that made soaked ears PERK & blue eyes look to her in surprise. Lips parted open for a moment in a small  o  shape. No, he hadn’t taken off for lunch yet. Most of the time, he skipped lunch; just having breakfast & dinner instead. That was unless Eddie or Miss Crawly brought him something to eat because they KNEW of his bad habit of doing this due to frugality. But a free meal? Would it be shameful to accept? Then again, Buster was already BOILING with shame & it couldn’t exactly get any worse. Could it?