β you look a lil lost there, buddy. my pops used to tell me, "words mean something and context matters, so be intentional with what you say," β ekko said, watching a rather large man stumble down the alley. the guy nearly broke his ass several times, struggling to stay upright against walls that were slicked with gunk. he smirks triumphantly for a second, tapping his wrench-bat on his shoulder blade as he watched the fat filth disappear around the corner.
once the coast was clear, the older teen reached into his pocket, pulling out the unsuspecting victim's wallet. he glanced down at the kid huddled near him--the crazy one who almost got themselves into trouble with the adultβand tossed them the wallet without a second thought.
the missing item, along with the money inside was no big deal to people like that. they were from where the sun shined, where living merrily was as effortless as being miserable down in the sump. by tomorrow, his loss would feel like nothing more than a penny lost underneath the bedβhardly worth bothering over
β whaddaya think that pilty mean when he said this is a "just world"? you think he meant it? β ekko asked, still grinning, though his voice held traces of quiet bitter. not at the answer that was already in his head, but at the fact that a grown man dared to talk that way to children. it wasn't rightβbut then again, hardly anything in his world was.
@th3rdeye | sc, unprompted.
