[center][h2][color=red]Sheffield Dusk[/color][/h2][/center] [i]Interaction: [@Bea][/i] [hr] There was that look again. Someone was caught red-handed; in one hand was their steal, and in the other their prize (which was rolling away on the ground). The scared face. The wide eyes. The steps away. Sheffield just gave the purple-eyed boy a smile and picked the bun up, dusting off a few leaves. [color=red]"What did I tell you about snacks?"[/color] he said, stern and reprimanding. [color=red]"I told you I'd get you some, right?"[/color] Without waiting for another word, he snatched the stolen bag from the boy's hands and put the bun he had inside. He offered both to the woman who had been watching with astonishment ever since Sheffield shouted. [color=red]"Sorry 'bout that ma'am! My little brother here's been getting cheeky-- I mean hungry lately. Just growing up, but really, we're sorry. Riiiight?"[/color] Sheffield pointedly looked at the kid, not subtly shaking his own bag. The smell of fried meat wafted over them a little.