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Soul Eater | runaway rich kid/busker

[brbomnomsouls]

[It hadn't been that hard to blend into the street crowd like Soul had thought. After running away from that lifestyle, he actually felt more relaxed now than he ever had in...well, ever. Yeah, he was sleeping on the streets but he wasn't complaining. The police had long-since stopped searching for him but he knew they had profile pics of him and everything - hence why he dyed his hair when he got the chance

who needs kid when you can have waffles

[wantsabookmark]

[Gopher's running errands for his master (so if you ask what's in his backpack he might just to kill you), but he can stop and listen for just a little.]

omnom waffles

[brbomnomsouls]

[Soul takes notice of the lack of backpack but by this point in his living on the streets has been around long enough to know that you don't ask questions unless you want to avoid getting killed. He learned that the hard way, if the scar across his stomach could say anything about that. He inclines his head in greeting, still in the midst of playing the song.]

nomnom

[wantsabookmark]

[Oh. Recognition. That gets you some points in this kid's book (except, well, he doesn't have a book. Noah does.) and if Gopher had any money, he'd toss it at you. Instead he'll just stand and watch.]

now I'm hungry

[brbomnomsouls]

[He's seen Gopher around, but he doesn't care to stick his neck into that line of business. Heck he doesn't even know the kid's name really, just heard whispers on the streets. After a few more minutes, the song finishes. Time to take a break.]

me too... me too.

[wantsabookmark]

[Kidnapping, drug dealing, forgery, extortion, murder... you name it, Noah has his hand in it. Gopher? He just does some of the dirty work in order to keep his master's hands from getting soiled.]

You're not too bad.

[brbomnomsouls]

[Soul's just a busker, but sometimes he's in the wrong place at the wrong time. He lets the saxophone hang around his neck, smiling a little.]

Thanks. Taught myself. [Not exactly a lie but stretching the truth a little bit.]

[wantsabookmark]

[Wrong place, wrong time? This just might be one of those situations.]

What's your name?

[brbomnomsouls]

[Well shit. And it was only last week he was getting up to accidental shenanigans too. He raises an eyebrow at the request.]

Soul Eater. You got a name, errand boy?

[wantsabookmark]

Yes, I do. [Maybe. Gopher (Gofer?) works as a name.

He doesn't have to answer your questions.]

Do you just sit here and play music, Soul Eater?

[brbomnomsouls]

[Well it is Soul's usual spot. He doesn't pursue the name issue, but prepare to be called Errand Boy for life, Gopher.]

Only when I need money.

[wantsabookmark]

[He's used to it.]

That's all the time, isn't it?

[brbomnomsouls]

Not really. You can make a few dollars stretch over a couple of days.

[wantsabookmark]

You shouldn't have to. [But then again, you're a hobo and he doesn't really know why he's talking to you. Maybe you'll be useful to Lord Noah?]

[brbomnomsouls]

[He's a hobo by choice 8| He shrugs, fingers tapping against his saxophone as though contemplating which song to play next.]

You got a direction with this convo, Errand Boy?

i can too spell

[wantsabookmark]

Just making conversation. [Maybe he'll punch you in the face.]