Larceny. Larceny. Larceny? Larceny. No matter how many different ways he said it, he still couldn’t understand this. Just overnight the whole sanctuary fell down into this huge confused bundle of.. Nonsense (in his opinion) and he had just gotten off of parole. His record was nearly spotless, because let’s be honest here- Sasha wasn’t the type of guy to go seek trouble. He was a law abiding citizen that kept to himself, but in a non-dangerous way. But when he had gotten his mail this morning he almost swore.
On the top of the envelope he always got everyday (since he was able to receive mail that was) that was just covered in stickers and terrible writing that was clearly addressed to him, there was a plain envelope with former writing. The second he read it a sigh was already in the process of being drawn out. Here he was, a man that has been in Salutem for a little over a month and just got off of parole two days ago, staring at a statement that declared he was accused of larceny. He didn’t get bothered or angered that easy, but this offended him. It was a part of his own code of conduct that he never stole from anyone’s home or place of living. Yet there was a letter from the council that stated otherwise.
Larceny. Complete, utter horse sludge. Despite the rude start to his morning, Sasha still went to work but instead of just staying quiet while he cleaned there was a bit more noise in his motions. He swept a bit faster than usual and cleaned with a rag a bit harder as well while he stared blankly at whatever was in front of him. His brows were furrowed deeply, and after about half an hour of just staying silent, he couldn’t take it anymore. It bugged him immensely that he, out of all people, was accused of something like that. It was like a slap to his face, his mother’s and father’s face, and even his ancestors.
Soon enough he started to mutter under his breath and even began to mock the word. Larceny. Oh, of course he would be charged with that. Exaggerated lines formed around the corner of his lips as he quietly bickered to himself, and he popped his arm off and moved it around as he made fun of the damn letter. The cleaning was put on pause as he lived out the small amount of anger he felt at the thought of being put on parole again, but he wasn’t aware of how much of an idiot he must have seemed to the other person that could see him standing right beside the inside of the gates to Boulder Grove Cemetery.