#furtwisted

Anyone who has lived on the streets for even a day will know it’s not easy. Often times one must do things they don’t want to do or things they’re not proud of. Kalahan knows this better then perhaps anyone, having lived there most of his life he’s done far more then his fair share of dirty dealings things that at one time he’d have been ashamed of. Of course shame was something he’d outgrown ages ago. Now they were just things he did to make a living. Manipulation a day to day activity, stealing a way to make, murder a typical Tuesday and arson a monthly activity. It was simply how the world worked when you needed to make a living. Everyone was a target no matter how old or young. Even the teenager you spotted thieving off of others.

The sight brought a mix of hurt and pride to him. Though he shoved the pain of knowing that there were still kids out there that needed to steal to live deep down into his gullet, where it could fester until he could drink to forget it was there. It also made him a bit proud to know the art of thievery was still alive in the younger generations and judging from the way the teenager effortlessly swiped the wallet from the passing stranger it was an art form that was doing very well. He watched the teenager and the stranger prepared to make a distraction should the victim realize their wallet was missing. However they never did and the teenager managed to escape unnoticed by anyone other then him.

“Nope.”  It’s easy as anything, the way Yuu catches the hand trying to snatch their wallet out of their pocket / Ollie’s good, but so is Yuu.  (  not nearly as experienced picking pockets, but very used to be being robbed.  )  Yuu’s grip, just briefly, goes threatening — a quick twist that, pushed a few degrees farther, could spell a broken wrist.  The goal isn’t to harm, of course, just to show I CAN HURT YOU IF I HAVE TO.

“OH!”  Roan isn’t known for being especially expressive — after what they’ve seen, they’d settled into a comfortable, if perhaps over - quiet, sort of perpetual 'eh, this might as well happen.’  It’s not sad, exactly, even with as pessimistic as they often are.  It just seemed like the best way to cope with the constant assassination attempts.