#alitheies

             he easily would have brushed past the man, or, rather, anyone walking SLOWER than a light jog: but with a glance backward, with a brief exchange of eye contact, it would be unfair not to say something. anything ( no one is asking for your HELP, aang ). 

             was charity really charity when no one was desperate? he turned on his heel, effectively ( without his immediate realization ) cutting the stranger off in his tracks. he just looks so tired. 

             ❛   you know, when i can’t sleep, i give myself a few hours to meditate before bed.   ❜ gauge his reaction. this is going badly. a crooked smile, but his eyes are shifting, seeking escape, ❛   just ... some friendly advice!   ❜

stealing wasn’t exactly a preferred method of feeding herself, though with no money and no way to ask for help without falling under suspicion of being a victim of child abuse, only to be turned in to the very people she was attempting to avoid, her only foreseeable option was to STEAL.

her looks were enough to catch a wandering eye, and attempts at blending in with the crowd proved to be much harder than she had initially planned on being a nearly bald little girl in a dress. albeit she is unaccustomed to societal expectations, though had she been dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt she might be able to pass off as a boy shopping for his mother.

she is hungry, and feet carry her cautiously toward the frozen food aisle, gaze scanning the area for something small enough to fit in her pocket. her eyes dart to her sides periodically, moves away from the glass when another adult approaches her in fear of being grabbed and hauled back to hawkins.