the heart wants what it wants
with @mpxathena continued from here:
"And you should be glad what I didn't want to see worked in your favor," Athena spoke back bluntly, head jerked back to take a closer look at what he claimed as his own. This wasn't the first time she saw this young demigod sneaking things from stores, and in all honesty, she paid no interest in his motives; she was merely gobsmacked at how effortlessly he got away with it, especially in plain view. "How do you do it?" She questioned him, voice soft but almost sounding like a demand, gaze sharp full of judgment but mostly just curiosity. "And why this?" Picking up what he held in his hand, she gave it a small shake. "What would you do with it?"
he puffs up his cheeks as he looks at the woman who’d intercepted him on the street. he’s never been caught before, but then there was going to be a limit to his luck in a city full of deities and he’d known as much before he came here. still, it seems his luck holds out just enough for him to not be indicted for stealing, because rather than scold him, the woman asks him how he does it, and then plucks the little keepsake out of his fingers to dangle it in front of his eyes and ask him why he took this specifically.
he makes a face, reaching out and tugging the little bead out of her hands again, cradling it in his own hands like something precious. “it’s pretty,” he says, a little defiant, as if he can’t stand the fact that she is looking down on his treasure so much. “i was going to give it to a friend, though i don’t think that’s any of your business.” he pouts at her slightly, turning his words more so into a child’s defence rather than the anger it could’ve been with a different expression.
“it’s not my fault that they’re not paying attention,” he adds like an afterthought, a response to her earlier question. the reality is, of course, that it most definitely is his fault, as it is his great luck that keeps them looking away anytime he slips something into his pockets and the machines malfunction on his way out. but then the luck is not his fault, he thinks, and so he’s not really lying. but even if he was he wouldn’t care either anyway. “who are you anyway?”
