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They were POLAR OPPOSITES to the naked eye – one carried skin as golden as the sands of the land he hailed from, the other’s like snow. One subtly adorned with exotic jewelry, the other more militant, only a single chain peeking past the hemline of a long sleeved shirt. The first, clothing that suggested extended travel and a strong sense of culture, the other a void of personality, simple black shirt and black jeans with equally dark combat boots. Were there more opportunity for them to exchange words without the clash of personality, perhaps it would be revealed for there to be more similarities than differences. But EGO wouldn’t provide such convenience of getting to know and trust another, not without work and certainly not without reason.
Distrust was equally carried between them, one taken for a FOOL and the other taken as DEVIOUS as initially perceived. He knew a pickpocket when he felt one, survival having been a priority once upon a lifetime for himself. So he did a simple, unceremonious demonstration of his knowledge: a severe hip check upon feeling sly, wandering fingertips, meant to knock the man to the ground.
“Hands off, or I’ll CUT them off. You’re lucky you’re even getting a warning before I start a scene.” He knew the power of creating a ruckus, getting a crowd assembled and on his side with an easy shout of ‘ help ‘ or ‘ stop that thief. ‘ Maybe Vital was feeling generous with patience today, though not his money.













