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    1. Silverwit 9 yrs ago

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He was at an utter, and complete loss. He understood that she wanted him to buy something, but he had no idea what. He stared down at the bills she handed him. Slowly, he pieced two and two together.

If she had grabbed his wallet, it probably wasn't just him. He was holding stolen money. He had to restrain himself from dropping it on the spot as though it had morphed into a snake.

The other word she had used, 'razzies'. He hadn't heard it before. He looked at the two other gentlemen in the immediate area, and noticed that they had begun to walk over to him. One of them had his hands in his pockets, and the other one had a strange glint in his eye.

"Um, excuse me, the young lady who was just here wanted me to find her some razzies. I'm new around here, can either of you tell me where I can find that?"
He didn't have much trouble keeping up with her, since his legs were much longer. They darted past so many small stalls and kiosks that he couldn't even keep track of what they were all selling. Eventually, she led him to a very seedy looking corner. She turned to him, and he stared at her kind of dumbly and blinked. He absentmindedly put his hand to his pocket to make sure the wallet was still there.

"Nice...Place?"
"I don't really get it. Are you trying to say you need my help?"

The girl was stammering a bit, so he had a somewhat difficult time understanding what she was trying to ask him. He slid the wallet into his pocket once more, and brushed off his shirt.

"Yeah, I can do that."

He had nothing better to do anyways.
He just stared at her for a moment, then let go of her wrist, and bent down to pick up his dropped wallet. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, as his fingers searched the ground a bit before finding and picking it up.

He thought about the situation for a few moments, still watching her as he straightened back up, the wallet still in his hand a bit loosely. Finally, he spoke up again, ignoring her offer for the moment.

"Why did you need it?"
As she struggled, Titan realized how dumb a move this had been. If she'd had a weapon, she very likely could have turned it on him with her free hand. The dumbness of his action started to creep through on his face, and he panicked internally trying to figure out what to say.

"Well, uh, if you're sorry then why are you still holding my wallet then?"

Though his grasp on her wrist was firm, he allowed his arm to drop and hang loosely. He was acutely aware of how much taller than her he was.
He just stared at her for a few seconds. He was naive, sure, but he wasn't an idiot. He did very poorly with confrontation overall, however.

"Um, miss, why are you holding my wallet?"

His hands kind of fumbled a bit, rifling through his other pockets. He realized that he didn't really have much of anything else so he didn't know what the point of this was. He stopped.

She looked incredibly uncomfortable with the current situation. He sympathized with her a tiny bit, as he was also very awkward with the current situation. He was incredibly awkward in most situations if he was being honest.

He realized that it was very likely that the young lady might try to run, so he decided to do the only thing that made sense to him. He reached out, and grabbed her by the wrist.
Standing awkwardly tall amidst a throng of moving people, he once again questioned his own wisdom in coming here. He didn't exactly fit in. Okay, that was a pretty hefty understatement. Between the two categories of people here who had either not nearly enough, or more than they could ever need, he stood awkwardly tall in the third category, Other.

A very nice man in a cheap suit had asked him to borrow his Bulletin, for a job interview. Titan wasn't sure how a glorified social media device would be useful for landing a job, but the man had been so nice that he hadn't cared, at the time.

It had been about 3 hours now. The man had told him to wait right here, the interview was the next block over, it would take him only 15 minutes, 20 at most, he promised, and thank you so very much sir you're a life saver. Titan began to feel the sinking suspicion that he'd been duped, yet again.

He closed his eyes. This certainly wasn't the first time. The only reason he'd even come to the Debris was because he'd received a message from his brother that said he needed urgent and immediate help, please come immediately. Titan hadn't heard from his brother in years, so he'd jumped at the opportunity.

That was nearly 8 months ago, and he hadn't heard from his brother since. He sighed, then awkwardly and suddenly bent over to retrieve a small piece of paper he kept in his shoe, eyes still closed. He felt his head collide with a hard object, and opened his eyes, rubbing his head.

Someone he didn't recognize stood in front of him, rubbing their head. And his wallet was in their hand.
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