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[diseasedvermin]

In Metropolis, mid-morning there's a rat in a sewer. A rat in a sewer cursing his own stupidity

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[transbender]

Thomas bumps into the man as he emerges from the alley, his hand doing a quick pocket check by rote if not on purpose. "Oh, hey, scuse me."

[diseasedvermin]

"Feck off," Tom growls.

[transbender]

Damn, the guy doesn't have anything. "Well, aren't we in a foul mood." He wrinkles his nose. "Damn, you been bathing in the sewers or something?"

[diseasedvermin]

"Yeah, that's feckin' it, shithead. Good idea to keep your distance - an' try to nick the wallet of some berk that's got feckin' shoes."

[not_a_dragon]

Shay's not great at sublety.

There's a rather bright flash of blue flame to herald his arrival, before he's wandering over to Tom, snapping shut his shackles and pulling his sleeve over them as he goes.
"You don't look so good."

[diseasedvermin]

"Feck off," Tom growls.

Then Tom double-takes. "Oy, you," he says, surprised.

[not_a_dragon]

"You could've looked properly first, like." Shay doesn't sound too bothered, though. "Bad day?"

[diseasedvermin]

"Woulda said it to me own mum if she'd said hi," Tom explains. "'Cuz, yeah, it's been a feckin' shitty day.

"Good days tend to involve havin' shoes. An' clink. An' my gun. Feck."

[hopeless_son]

Clearly Tom is just associated with the wrong people. Clearly Tom must make an upgrade from them to new people! Thus the reason there is a red headed man standing across from the alleyway watching him with hands tucked inside the pockets of his black trenchcoat. He has a wry smile across his face and a wicked glint to his eyes.

"I don't advise walking 'bout a city without any shoes," the Prince calls out lightly with a note of amusement to his tone.

[diseasedvermin]

"Feck off!" Tom shouts, sending the red-headed man a glare.

[hopeless_son]

"Oh come now," Brand spoke again, pushing himself off the lightpost he had been leaning against, walking with an almost haunty sort of step toward the man, "that is no way to be toward someone who is about to offer assistance. Tell me. What size do you wear and the style."

Raising a brow slightly he stopping a respectable distance away from him. "You look as if you have made a few enemies too. I could help you with that as well.."

[diseasedvermin]

Tom stops, full attention going to Brand, immediately on-guard and suspicious.

"An' who the feck're you, mate?"

[has_its_poetry]

There's a woman sitting on the ground in an alley, pulling objects out of her pockets and discarding them into a pile beside her.

The pile contains exactly one shoe. It looks like it fits him!

[diseasedvermin]

Tom blinks at her. A shoe is rather big to be fitting in her pocket. Then he remembers Shay.

"Um," he says intelligently - he wants to shout at someone, but she's not saying anything he can respond to.

[has_its_poetry]

Mashed chocolate bar, little white plushie mouse on a keychain, great big diamond (it goes into the other pocket right quick), scarf, another scarf--

Oh!

She notices Tom and waves, somewhat absently.

[diseasedvermin]

"Yeah 'en?"

He can at least pose a grumpy, rhetorical question at her with arms crossed.