❝ Hey, Mister. You have a lighter ? . . . Aaand a cigarette, per chance ? ❞ And, honestly, maybe his wallet on top of it. That guy looked mighty rich. His pouch could need a hole or two.
lashes aflutter — contemptuous — his aristocratic nose lifts up, nostrils twitching. “ .. eugh. these streets need cleansing. ” does he refer to the filth caked on cobblestones underfoot, or the desperate child looking up at him ? to the 'honourable' magistrate astarion ancunín, there is no difference.
@leepores ; do you have any idea who i am, urchin ??



















