[ -- he smiles, because suddenly he remembers himself (it's the only thing he ever gets to forget)]
The "don't shoot yerself in the dick with the merchandise" policy, probably. I wouldn't suggest shopliftin', f'that's what yer here fer. You won't sneak nothin' outta the boss's inventory without him noticin'.
[the smile is off-putting; he's not the type of boy to (ever) smile back reflexively]
Yah right. I ain't got a death wish. An' I ain't a thief neither!
[they both know it's a lie; every kid on the street became a thief within their first week (it was that, or a killer, or a whore -- the options usually didn't leave much room for choice)]
Re: action; triggerfingers
The "don't shoot yerself in the dick with the merchandise" policy, probably. I wouldn't suggest shopliftin', f'that's what yer here fer. You won't sneak nothin' outta the boss's inventory without him noticin'.
Re: action; triggerfingers
Yah right. I ain't got a death wish. An' I ain't a thief neither!
[they both know it's a lie; every kid on the street became a thief within their first week (it was that, or a killer, or a whore -- the options usually didn't leave much room for choice)]
What'dya care if I can shoot? Ya nervous?