[There is no cry of alarm when the child hits the ground face first. He briefly wonders if he's hungrier than he thought because it isn't like him to be so clumsy. Then he realizes the cause - he's been had! And worse, the guy is probably some kind of onmyoji and he knows they're as protective of their secrets as anything, and that thing around his ankle must be a shikigami. Just his luck, caught like a rat in a trap!
He flattens his ears against his head, letting the wild mass of hair keep them covered, and if he keeps his mouth thoroughly shut, this guy probably won't see his fangs. Pass as human, return what he stole (it feels like some kind of jewelry), pray he's the sort who would prefer to protect a perfect scholarly image than punish a street urchin in broad daylight (he doubts it), and then he'll bolt for greener pastures where there, hopefully, aren't anymore onmyoji (you never know - they travel in packs).
Surreptitiously, he fishes the ring from his sleeve to give back so that he doesn't have to lose any of his other trinkets in a shakedown, meanwhile trying to make up an excuse as to why he's got this man's jewelry, and coming up short. Let's hope he's gullible.]
Show mercy, rich onii-san. I think something of yours got caught when I tripped.
[Please, please, please fall for it. He can only stare up with a face too stern for his short nine years! He has no puppy eyes to fall back on like the rest of the riffraff!]
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He flattens his ears against his head, letting the wild mass of hair keep them covered, and if he keeps his mouth thoroughly shut, this guy probably won't see his fangs. Pass as human, return what he stole (it feels like some kind of jewelry), pray he's the sort who would prefer to protect a perfect scholarly image than punish a street urchin in broad daylight (he doubts it), and then he'll bolt for greener pastures where there, hopefully, aren't anymore onmyoji (you never know - they travel in packs).
Surreptitiously, he fishes the ring from his sleeve to give back so that he doesn't have to lose any of his other trinkets in a shakedown, meanwhile trying to make up an excuse as to why he's got this man's jewelry, and coming up short. Let's hope he's gullible.]
Show mercy, rich onii-san. I think something of yours got caught when I tripped.
[Please, please, please fall for it. He can only stare up with a face too stern for his short nine years! He has no puppy eyes to fall back on like the rest of the riffraff!]