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[p_reservation]

[Dark and murky was the drab setting of the city, where day and night could never be told apart. Same responsibilities were expected of him, if he wanted to survive. The dumpsters were still filled with trash, whores were still turning tricks, smoke tendrils filtering up from the sewers. The loud hustle and bustle of the night scene was something

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[onearmed_man]

[It had been a long night for the young man. Another night of looking for work, another night of barely making enough money to eat. He was lucky tonight was a good night for sales, at least. He could've left with nothing.

Yukimi had decided to take the shortcut to his crappy one room hole in the wall. He wanted to avoid running into anyone who would ask for money just to be able to afford that damn drug of theirs. Climbing over a fence, he jumped down to the other side, landing on his feet with a thud. He hadn't expected to be nearly face-to-face with a young boy.]

[p_reservation]

[Turning at the noise, he looked at the blonde man for a few moments, expression never changing. He would keep his distance if he knew what was best for him. Then again... he checked the man over for a moment. He seemed to be pretty decently dressed, far as looks went. His facial structure also looked pretty strong, eyes an interesting shade of blue. He felt himself intrigued for a few moments.]

[onearmed_man]

[Yukimi looked at him for a moment. The boy looked very small, not just in height, but in body size too. He was even unsure if it was a boy at all. He made a mental not not to say anything until he was absolutely sure.

Hey.

[He held up his hand as if to wave.]

[p_reservation]

[This seemed as good a time as any to try and make some quick cash. Without anyone else around, it would be easy as charming him, taking his cash and ducking around the corner. This was his playground after all. In the two years he had been on the street, he knew almost every hole and hiding spot within a ten mile radius. He needed to, if he wanted to escape Geneco in the trade he was in.

Tilting his head ever so slightly, he gently pushed himself off of the wall, taking a step towards the older man. He looked at his jacket for a moment, making notes of where his pockets were.] "....?"