[h2]Street Credits Part 4 [/h2] [h3]Persephone City [/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule] [table] [row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [/row][/table] Mathias watched on from the back of the crowd after gathering his tisp and packing his meager tools of the trade. Thank the stars for his little brothers' quick thinking. He was easily the most naturally likable. Still they had been at this for some time and he figured it was time for a proper finale. Mathias wove through the growing crowd, a gentle hand here and congenial 'Pardon me' there till he got closer to the front. When Cyd danced her way near him, Mathias tossed a few credits into the pot and joined in the dance. Now in all fairness Mathias did not consider himself a dancer, not like Cyd. It was just Cyd did not abide anyone in the family to be a rhythmless boar. It didn't help that being the tallest in the family. The sudden growth spurts and the constant feeling being discombobulated plagued him throughout the entirety of his youth. So when Cyd had begun teaching him various dance moves, it took years of buffoonery to look as good as he did now! The tune Isaac switched to was exciting now, something to get the hands clapping as the crowd watched Cyd and Mathias ply their crafts. The pair danced in time stomping and clapping to the rhythms of Isaac's beat, complementing each other in an already choreographed dance. The pair moved around slapping each other's hands bouncing and their feet continued to stomp in time with the music. The crowd hooted and clapped at the display as the siblings sped up there dancing as if competing to see who would mess up first. While it was a mystery to the crowd Mathias already knew the conclusion. Hint, hint it was him. It was [I]always[/I] him.