Riff Raff! Street Rat! [closed]

[lepierrotblanc]

Characters: Kanda Yuu and Allen Walker
Content: I like annoying Soba-chan Allen needs to make money, and he'll get it by any means necessary.
Setting: Ivona
Time: Backdated: Few months prior to current. Neither are on ships.
Warnings: both characters use foul language and violence.

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[sobaisnice]

Kanda slipped into a nearby bar, ignoring the lesser beings that passed him. He didn't have the time or the patience to deal with them at the moment. He'd noticed a few of his fathers men wandering around in the streets, and was currently trying to keep a low profile.

That was til some short assed brat tried to steal his coin purse.

"Oi..... Short stack...... What the hell do you think your doing," he said grabbing the boys wrist tightly glowering. A number of people turning to look.

There went his idea of laying low. Stupid Moyashi.

[lepierrotblanc]

It had been quite some time since Allen had pickpocketed, and apparently he had lost his touch. Shit. He tried to yank his wrist back from the vice like grip, then glowered up at the taller man. "I'm not short!!!" he snapped, bad mood making him forget that drawing attention to yourself whilst stealing was not a good plan. He could feel people moving, ready to catch the theif.

Another yank, Allen kept trying to get his arm free, the glove sliding down to reveal the black leathery skin of his left arm. "Let me go, girl-hair!"

[sobaisnice]

Kanda glowered at the name, the heard someone shout his name. He turned seeing his fathers men hurrying towards him.

"Damnit," he tossed the midgets hand away and started hurrying through the crowd. Leaving the small boy to be dealt with by the crowd.

[lepierrotblanc]

There were rather a large amount of looming figures coming towards Allen, ready to make it known exactly how they felt about pickpockets. And the white haired young man was a tad confused that the menacing girl-hair, who may or may not be 'kanda' had run away from him. Well...not him. Probably those guys shoving their way through the crowd.

Using the distraction, Allen darted for the door with one or two men trying to grab him. There were still shouts of 'thief!' coming from the thick of the crowd, but there was also the sound of confusion and anger...then violence as people started to shove and punch. He made it outside and kept running, angry at himself as well as that grumpy man. When he got the opportunity, Allen slipped into an alley, his pounding heart slowing as thumping footsteps passed his hiding spot.