George
George accepted the purse from Hawke, trading it for the fritter with a playful bow. He stuck his own fritter in his mouth for a bite, holding it momentarily in his teeth as he opened the purse to inspect its contents. Seemingly satisfied, he closed it again and joined Hawke on the stoop, sitting with his legs stuck out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, the nicked bag on his lap. "Often enough," he said with a shrug after he swallowed his bite of fritter. "Gotta make a livin' somehow." At this point, he felt confident that Hawke wasn't going to run off with his description to the authorities, so admitting to being a thief felt safe enough.
"Simple and clean - no big fuss, no getting caught. If you're going to filch something, do it right," he said, taking another bite of his fritter. When he'd finished eating, he brushed the crumbs from his hands and inspected the purse they'd stolen more closely. He poured the bag's contents out into his hand, counting out coins and separating them easily into piles. In the end, he'd split the bag's contents and put one half - or maybe a little more than half - back into the bag and handed it to Hawke (what, he was feeling generous!). The other half disappeared into his own purse, which he then hid back inside an inner pocket.
"Ever been to Torchline?" he asked then, that crooked grin back on his face. He'd had an idea, and now that El had been tested properly... well, he could think of a few uses for them back home, that was for sure.
"Simple and clean - no big fuss, no getting caught. If you're going to filch something, do it right," he said, taking another bite of his fritter. When he'd finished eating, he brushed the crumbs from his hands and inspected the purse they'd stolen more closely. He poured the bag's contents out into his hand, counting out coins and separating them easily into piles. In the end, he'd split the bag's contents and put one half - or maybe a little more than half - back into the bag and handed it to Hawke (what, he was feeling generous!). The other half disappeared into his own purse, which he then hid back inside an inner pocket.
"Ever been to Torchline?" he asked then, that crooked grin back on his face. He'd had an idea, and now that El had been tested properly... well, he could think of a few uses for them back home, that was for sure.
if life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
