Apples to Apples [CLOSED]
@anathcmata
Swift hands and distracted folk made it easy to steal food off stands. As an open farmer’s market made the best out of a torn city.
Anyone higher up the ladder didn’t have to care.
It was much more admirable any time someone tried to make the best out of scraps. How did the rich earn their fare? Being born more fortunate.
Stealing for the reason he did didn’t bother him. Two wasn’t many apples.
Ramsay leans over a dumpster, peering over a frail, chained up man trying to devour something too fast gone to see. The state he was in surely would make this negotiation easy. His eyes were soft, not crazed.
Dangling the apple on his fingers in front of him, Ramsay asks;
“Hey there, pal, think you could tell me a lil’ about this city?”
His wrist turns, an open offer to the other.
“This is yours either way. You got eyes, you got somethin’ to tell me.”







