Men who try to get ahead in life by preying on those they think are weak. [ He says it softly but with a stern sort of expression. ] Who usually make their money less than honestly.
[ Unlike Allen. Totally. He very honestly ripped them off because they deserved it.
He helps tuck one of the errant red strands away in a manner like gentle fussing, before pulling the other slightly oversized coat around his shoulders. Maybe they're still painfully obvious as out of place if someone actually looks, but if enough else is otherwise expected about their appearance most people won't care enough to look closely enough to realize. At least not in these districts. Lessons he learned really early on... ]
And I don't bet unless I know the outcome. [ Very serious!
He pulls on the half-gloves he won (not full gloves, damn) as Shouto slips on the boots and he's more than a little grateful he decided to, although he blinks as the grime on his foot just falls off as ash. That's...... really useful. Damn. He's kind of envious. ]
Ah... [ He looks a little gently surprised when Shouto turns to him and he takes his hand though, the shift in his appearance actually hitting him and somehow that cements the reality of the situation in a little more harshly. His expression flickers. I'm sorry to have to drag you through this... Even if he wanted to see good and bad both. And what was the point of this? Most things that happen in Trench this far out of the norm always seem to be some kind of test, and the fact Kanda hadn't been present when he should have been seems to imply this isn't being thrust back into the actuality of his past, so...
He takes Shouto's hand with both of his, bringing it up to his chest and giving a small squeeze. ]
It's starting to get dark... [ Winter in a far northern climate. They were playing cards and then running for a while; and it might be late afternoon going into early evening, but that's also sunset. ] We should find a place to stay potentially for the night since we can afford it now.
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[ Unlike Allen. Totally. He very honestly ripped them off because they deserved it.
He helps tuck one of the errant red strands away in a manner like gentle fussing, before pulling the other slightly oversized coat around his shoulders. Maybe they're still painfully obvious as out of place if someone actually looks, but if enough else is otherwise expected about their appearance most people won't care enough to look closely enough to realize. At least not in these districts. Lessons he learned really early on... ]
And I don't bet unless I know the outcome. [ Very serious!
He pulls on the half-gloves he won (not full gloves, damn) as Shouto slips on the boots and he's more than a little grateful he decided to, although he blinks as the grime on his foot just falls off as ash. That's...... really useful. Damn. He's kind of envious. ]
Ah... [ He looks a little gently surprised when Shouto turns to him and he takes his hand though, the shift in his appearance actually hitting him and somehow that cements the reality of the situation in a little more harshly. His expression flickers. I'm sorry to have to drag you through this... Even if he wanted to see good and bad both. And what was the point of this? Most things that happen in Trench this far out of the norm always seem to be some kind of test, and the fact Kanda hadn't been present when he should have been seems to imply this isn't being thrust back into the actuality of his past, so...
He takes Shouto's hand with both of his, bringing it up to his chest and giving a small squeeze. ]
It's starting to get dark... [ Winter in a far northern climate. They were playing cards and then running for a while; and it might be late afternoon going into early evening, but that's also sunset. ] We should find a place to stay potentially for the night since we can afford it now.