ㅤthey don't make a habit of robbing someone at knifepoint all that often, preferring to pickpocket or run off with items left unattended because it's easier to get away with, but desperate situations call for desperate, much riskier, measures. at least they had the forethought to clear an escape path, but what they don't expect is for someone to block that path right as they need it. skidding around the corner, knife still gripped tightly in one hand, bag full of stolen contents slung haphazardly over their shoulder, byan glances back to make sure they haven't been followed. ...only to run square into one very solid, very fluffy obstacle. almost knocked straight to the concrete from the force, they just barely manage to hold their balance in the surprise of it all, reeling back a few steps while a few choice expletives are spit from their mouth.
ㅤㅤ" watch where you're— "ㅤthey begin as they regain both footing and composure, but are brought to a screeching halt when they lift their head and realize who it is they've literally just run into. what was mere irritation that would settle once they were able to shove their way past now boils in a flash into outright fury — for all they know, it's mere dumb chance that has xaallo tucked down this tight, dingy alley, but as it's not the first time he's found them straight after a crime, they're more inclined to believe it's a personal affront, an effort to bring them face to face with some consequences.
they don't have time for this right now.
ㅤㅤ" move. "ㅤa demand, one which comes with their knife raised in threat. they'll be damned if they get caught here, and if it's this fucking guy at fault. all they wanted was some actual, real food for dinner for once.ㅤ" now. get out of my way, asshole! "ㅤ(idk how this ended up so long i'm so sorry asfhsdg)
Xaallo considers himself a good, law-abiding citizen (for the most part-- did it really count if you bent them a little on another planet?) and turns his nose up at others who would do crime when the Confederation and it's resources were plentiful and distributed quite freely.
However, earth was far from the confederation. Ruled by greed, tyranny, bigotry, or simply disregard for the people who fell between the cracks of society. Byan was one such person, Xaallo had long figured that, otherwise his reaction to the theft might've been more extreme than it had been.
Reflexively, the young human's anger is thrown back at them; Xaallo bristles himself up, a picture of stubbornness. But then he smells the food gripped in the youth's hands and looks past the anger on their face. Desperation. Hunger. What did it say about a society that some of it's members had to resort to stealing food?
Still, since they'd been so rude about it--
"Ask me nicely."
