[ It's a town of baked brick buildings. Nothing like the trapped winter of the City: a dazzling sky, the passing citizens dark from sun and the docks not too far from where you're standing, a flash of blue and wooden slats seen from the street. The sea calls in a muted roar and a sharp salt sting in the throat
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The nature of humans. Is that it?
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It ain't worth the show, boss.
[ Meanwhile, there's a hobo with his hands in his pockets in the mouth of the nearest alley, watching the faraway sea - and Dhaos, sort of. ]
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It's worth enough to observe how humans act, despite how disgraceful their actions are.
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Having fun?
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I was waiting for you~.
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Oh? I would have thought you'd go out.
[ This curse seems her sort, after all. ]
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[ at Alice's shoulder, because hobos who steal badly enough to get spotted don't deserve personal space. ]
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It's - maybe it's not what it looks like!
[..........and that pastry in his hand was totally there before.]
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That so. What is it, then?
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That kinda thing won't work for ya outside.
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Ain't nothin' gonna stop just by not lookin' at it. 'Cept in here, of course!
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Hey! Hey, stop!
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and in the meantime, the girls never falter, clawing and kicking at each other with their slick red hands. ]
Save your breath, boss.
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I can't. They need to stop, s'not right.
[Chris is becoming increasingly aware that maybe all of this violence has something to with him, with his influence but it doesn't stop him from trying to find an opening in the crowd, to get to the girls.]
Why's this happening?!
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Just th'way it goes. Guessin' y'ain't seen this place b'fore, then.
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