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   He startles when she grabs his wrist with what strength she could muster, and green eyes peer at the petite girl rather curiously, as he assesses what she accuses him of; yet, he draws a blank, upon seeing her face, failing it to identify it with one within his knowledge. Nonetheless, being so openly confronted makes him anxious, and a free hand shakily tugs looser the linen around his throat.
   â I⌠Uhâ â Out of fear, nothing coherent leaves his lips immediately. Surely, she had to be mistaken somehow; heâd never seen her before, in his entire life, nor would he do such a thing. (But then again, it isnât appropriate for him to say heâd never steal, when heâd been on a mission for genocide almost before he can even remember.)
   â E-Excuse me? â His question comes out as a warbled squeak, enunciated at the end, and for a brief second, heâs tongue-tied, unable to say anything else. He steps a foot backwards, indirectly trying to pry her death grip from his sleeved wrist. â I⌠think you have the wrong person⌠â As he speaks, he glances away, tracing mundane lines on the cracked pavement with his eyes; the way her gaze pierces through him induces guilty feelings within him, regardless of the fact that she was clearly in error. He hates it â he hates it when people yell at him. For what, it doesnât matter. All he knows is that it makes him feel uneasy, and he loathes that. But heâs reasoned out long ago that he probably deserves all of this antagonism, because he should have known better this, he should have known better that, and it all gets terribly repetitive with each passing year.
   Upon her furious glare practically boring holes into him (Heâs so frazzled that he doesnât immediately take notice of her strange, manakete ears.), he scrambles for a solution, one that his kind heart is willing to carry through, because heâs incredibly forgiving, as long as one does not lie to him about torture and Annie. His expression is still sorrowful, still hesitant and still a bit afraid, but he shyly suggests, trying one more time to tug his arm free from her grasp. â But if you need it that badly, I wouldnât mind⌠buying what you need for you. â
Brows furrow as her bright eyes peer up at him, as if measuring him up somehow. It wasn't an action done in ill will however, as the wheels turned in her head, trying to come up with an answer to his words as efficiently as possible. To be honest she didn't mind taking some extra time for something as small as she'd been sent on, but the manakete had been so sure that she had been hoodwinked; somehow, a thief had reached into her back and pulled her change purse along with him--that's exactly what it was, wasn't it? She just couldn't stand for being taken advantage of like that!
But... even if she was right, the thief wouldn't offer to buy her things for her, now would he? Squinting slightly at the figure which towered over her, (whom she definitely wasn't afraid of at all, obviously, being a dragon and all!) hands remained firmly planted on her hips, her personal steadiness unwavering in the face of this stranger, and especially his meek behaviour. Again, her words were firm, but they didn't have the same venom that may have slipped behind her first accusations.
"It wasn't you, then?"
"If you didn't do anything wrong I'm not going to make you do that--I'm not as awful as whoever stole a wallet from a child!--But don't you think you should stick up for yourself a little more?" In a way, since she much preferred to acknowledge her appearance as the only thing to lag behind, she was likening the stranger to a child. Easy to take advantage of, and trying to do so would be no better than whoever had taken from someone who for all intents and purposes appeared to be one. Finally, a small sigh was given before she peered up, having to crane her neck a little in order to clearly see his face. "How long have you been here? If you gave your money to everyone who asks you in this city, I'm pretty sure you'd be too poor to even get food by the end of it, and nobody deserves to have an empty belly, so you should stop doing that."
Except, maybe... Whoever made off with that wallet of hers.














