Exhaustion - Simeon and Olly
Simeon smirked. “Keep talking like that, Olls, and I’ll shower you in something alright.” He winked and said no more. Let the boy fill in whatever he wanted. It would make things that much more entertaining, unless he turned out to actually be a sociopath.
"So if torching this place is out, then if we were to go to the joke shop, and things were perhaps to fall into our pockets?" He waggled his eyebrows and jerked his head toward the shop.
Shoplifting was new, but hey, why not, especially if Olly was going to make the first move. It would give Simeon the chance to see if the boy was all talk, which he almost certainly was.
He made he way to the back of the shop where there were relatively few patrons, and he started perusing the shelves. “Bunch of tiny things here that could easily get lost.” He turned to Olly. “How ya think they keep track of all this shit? Not exactly easy to manage, is it?”
That wasn't the response Oliver was expecting, and he prayed the surprise didn't show on his face. He might've been twelve, but he was raised in a muggle public school. Dirty jokes were what children fed from as if those overused lines were a main source of balanced nutrition.
Hearing Simeon comply with shoplifting nearly through him off kilter. He'd never really misbehaved aside from a few well-deserved fights and a sassy mouth, but that was the extent. Stealing was new for him too, and honestly Oliver didn't know how things escalated to this; he didn't think Simeon would agree. It was mostly a joke, but now that he was being led to the joke shop, he couldn't back out now. There was the unwritten rule of running your mouth: if you can't back it up, don't fucking talk in the first place.
Eyeing a pair of extendable ears on the back shelf, Oliver swallowed any doubt that was trying to come out as bile in his throat. Hands moved quickly and inconspicuously. It was a swift moment, and nobody seemed to be walking towards him for a proper scolding.
His heart was hammering, but the good thing about facades was that they were easy to hold once constructed. Oliver may have wanted to leave immediately, but Simeon would surely label him in an instant, and honestly, Oliver wondered why he was having such childish thoughts.
Who cared what this kid thought? He was just an angry child with parent issues, but there was the underlying need for companionship - the pleading sensation for friends in this new world. He knew he wouldn't go too far, but he just wished Simeon didn't know he was more bark than bite.














