+ thecunninglittlestreeturchin
“I ‘aven’t exactly worked ‘at out yet,” Dodger admitted. “But I’m sure I’ll find a place… I always do.”
“You could stay with us,” Nessarose offered, feeling unable to leave the boy to fend for himself. “Father wouldn’t mind, I’m sure.”
Dodger raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"









