.::Shoplifting - Closed RP::.
Cold autumn day. The wind was harsh and nearly knocked over two scavengers. They stood in their trademarked bright orange outfits. Crisp autumn leaves crunched beneath their boots as they walked over to a nearby tree. The fresh, cold air bit into their skin as they removed their clothing before promptly stuffing it into a large shopping bag. They pulled out clothes the 'common' person would wear. The shortest one wore a blue turtleneck and light grey jeans. That same boy had been wearing a mask. He rested it in the bag, being embarrassingly careful with it. The other boy, on the other hand, tossed off his clothes and in seconds the other's mask was buried. The short one shot him a glance, but shrugged it off when he noticed his friend chuckling while putting on his maroon shirt and simple black trackpants. Always assholes to each other. Some would call their friendship unhealthy, but they simply labeled it as fun and tough love.
"Trott, mate." The taller one teased. "How's the weather down there?" He shoved his friend. Trott rolled his eyes in response and crossed his arms. "It's still cold as fuck. Let's get going, Smith." Trott tossed the shopping bag into a bush and wiped his hands on Smith's shirt. Using all of his strength, he pushed Smith right in the core of his stomach before sprinting off. Smiffy followed close behind. "Get back here you little fucker."
Minutes passed. Step after step, they grew tired. Trott suggested they sit down for a few minutes. Smiffy nodded in agreement. They'll need to save their energy if something bad were to happen later.
Trott's whole body shook. He was so cold. "God dammit." He muttered under his breath and pulled up turtleneck, covering his mouth and nose. Trott looked down, kicking a small rock with his shoe. The taller man felt somewhat remorseful. Worried. Should he do something? He sniffled. Maybe he needed a hug. It was really cold. He pulled Trott into a hug. Trott snuggled into the tight embrace of his friend. Pushing him away, he muttered "No homo." under his breath. They stood up. Back to their walk.
A small squirrel accompanied them for most of the walk until Smiffy chased it away. Trott nearly pushed him. That just wasn't necessary. It wasn't hurting anybody.
Finally, they reached their destination. What they were looking for the entire time. A very large shopping center. Trott snarked, tugging Smiffy along. Maybe they had too much confidence. They didn't care.
"We're going to raid the fuck out of this place."
