Creighton clutched his chest as he felt the new piece settle in, wincing slightly as he felt himself TECHNICALLY die again, then become a new peerage. Relaxing after he picks up the two old pawns, he carefully places them inside of his pant's pocket and sighs, running a hand back through his own hair. [b]"...Well, guess you've got a rat in your house now."[/b] With a careful stride, he placed his hands in his pockets and started walking to the door. [b]"If you don't have anything for me to do at the moment, I'm gonna go catch up. No sense wasting time stuffing my face with crackers..."[/b] 

A loud groan escaped his still unsatisfied stomach. Clutching a hand over it, he shuddered. [b]"...But uh, maybe I should take some trail mix anyways."[/b] he said, scratching the back of his head bashfully. Even for a homeless guy, he had a bit of trouble outright begging for things. And a bit of a problem with malnutrition.