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@urtrashpandabf
Okay, now there’s three reasons you’re here.
1: You’re really hot, and you recognize that IM really hot. Let’s do something about that.
2: You’re a fan of my band. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m pretty great. Go ahead. Send an ask.
3: You’re a cop. If so: Get bent, piggy. 🖕🖕🖕
Ooc Below Cut!!
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
Legitimately cold too, because it was November and there was snow on the ground.
Sounds like he was an asshole. Sorry you had to deal with that. Stories like yours always make me a little glad I didn't have to play permanent-parent roulette. I just get to speedrun as many abusive parents as I want instead!
Exactly. Never had any before, certainly ain't about to start now.
[He reached over, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.]
Atta guy. Now you’re gettin in. Maddie’s good people. She’ll look after you. And if she doesn’t? I’ll kick her butt.
You’re always welcome here. I got.. something cooking, most days. When I’m not doing shows.
(The air around the two of them thins when the contact happens.)
Yeah, sure.
Cool, okay. ..Shows? Oh, the street look is a performance. I see.
I mean, it is now. Kinda my whole thing. Not saying I’m rolling in money or anything, but i definitely have enough to make stupid bets just to be proven wrong and lose sixty bucks.
Plus, buying new clothes is kind of a chore. My girlfriend sews, so I’ve got that department covered.
Look at Mr. Rich McGee over here...
Fair enough. Who's out here dating street raccoons, though? (he has a shit-eating grin now) Sorry, rich street raccoons. Who do performances. And attract attention from a cult.
[He snorted in response.]
Fuck, I kinda like you, you little runt.
Goody two-shoes, class valedictorian cheerleaders, that’s who. Hot ones, too.
And let me tell you, playing in a band doesn’t just attract attention from cults.
She was a cheerleader, he was a raccoon... what a love story.
Yeah, I would hope you have fans.
Something like that, yeah.
Hey, I’m surprised anyone listens to my stuff in the first place. But I take the gifts I’m given. You know how to play anything?
Not really. Haven't had time to build non-survival skills or hobbies with how much I've been moved around.
Do you want to?
…Maybe. I haven’t considered it that much, but I guess if I plan to stick around, learning anything would be a better way to spend my time than walking around smoking cigarettes.
Sick. Always glad to help people willing to learn.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
Legitimately cold too, because it was November and there was snow on the ground.
Sounds like he was an asshole. Sorry you had to deal with that. Stories like yours always make me a little glad I didn't have to play permanent-parent roulette. I just get to speedrun as many abusive parents as I want instead!
Exactly. Never had any before, certainly ain't about to start now.
[He reached over, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.]
Atta guy. Now you’re gettin in. Maddie’s good people. She’ll look after you. And if she doesn’t? I’ll kick her butt.
You’re always welcome here. I got.. something cooking, most days. When I’m not doing shows.
(The air around the two of them thins when the contact happens.)
Yeah, sure.
Cool, okay. ..Shows? Oh, the street look is a performance. I see.
I mean, it is now. Kinda my whole thing. Not saying I’m rolling in money or anything, but i definitely have enough to make stupid bets just to be proven wrong and lose sixty bucks.
Plus, buying new clothes is kind of a chore. My girlfriend sews, so I’ve got that department covered.
Look at Mr. Rich McGee over here...
Fair enough. Who's out here dating street raccoons, though? (he has a shit-eating grin now) Sorry, rich street raccoons. Who do performances. And attract attention from a cult.
[He snorted in response.]
Fuck, I kinda like you, you little runt.
Goody two-shoes, class valedictorian cheerleaders, that’s who. Hot ones, too.
And let me tell you, playing in a band doesn’t just attract attention from cults.
She was a cheerleader, he was a raccoon... what a love story.
Yeah, I would hope you have fans.
Something like that, yeah.
Hey, I’m surprised anyone listens to my stuff in the first place. But I take the gifts I’m given. You know how to play anything?
Not really. Haven't had time to build non-survival skills or hobbies with how much I've been moved around.
Do you want to?
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
Legitimately cold too, because it was November and there was snow on the ground.
Sounds like he was an asshole. Sorry you had to deal with that. Stories like yours always make me a little glad I didn't have to play permanent-parent roulette. I just get to speedrun as many abusive parents as I want instead!
Exactly. Never had any before, certainly ain't about to start now.
[He reached over, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.]
Atta guy. Now you’re gettin in. Maddie’s good people. She’ll look after you. And if she doesn’t? I’ll kick her butt.
You’re always welcome here. I got.. something cooking, most days. When I’m not doing shows.
(The air around the two of them thins when the contact happens.)
Yeah, sure.
Cool, okay. ..Shows? Oh, the street look is a performance. I see.
I mean, it is now. Kinda my whole thing. Not saying I’m rolling in money or anything, but i definitely have enough to make stupid bets just to be proven wrong and lose sixty bucks.
Plus, buying new clothes is kind of a chore. My girlfriend sews, so I’ve got that department covered.
Look at Mr. Rich McGee over here...
Fair enough. Who's out here dating street raccoons, though? (he has a shit-eating grin now) Sorry, rich street raccoons. Who do performances. And attract attention from a cult.
[He snorted in response.]
Fuck, I kinda like you, you little runt.
Goody two-shoes, class valedictorian cheerleaders, that’s who. Hot ones, too.
And let me tell you, playing in a band doesn’t just attract attention from cults.
She was a cheerleader, he was a raccoon... what a love story.
Yeah, I would hope you have fans.
Something like that, yeah.
Hey, I’m surprised anyone listens to my stuff in the first place. But I take the gifts I’m given. You know how to play anything?
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
Legitimately cold too, because it was November and there was snow on the ground.
Sounds like he was an asshole. Sorry you had to deal with that. Stories like yours always make me a little glad I didn't have to play permanent-parent roulette. I just get to speedrun as many abusive parents as I want instead!
Exactly. Never had any before, certainly ain't about to start now.
[He reached over, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.]
Atta guy. Now you’re gettin in. Maddie’s good people. She’ll look after you. And if she doesn’t? I’ll kick her butt.
You’re always welcome here. I got.. something cooking, most days. When I’m not doing shows.
(The air around the two of them thins when the contact happens.)
Yeah, sure.
Cool, okay. ..Shows? Oh, the street look is a performance. I see.
I mean, it is now. Kinda my whole thing. Not saying I’m rolling in money or anything, but i definitely have enough to make stupid bets just to be proven wrong and lose sixty bucks.
Plus, buying new clothes is kind of a chore. My girlfriend sews, so I’ve got that department covered.
Look at Mr. Rich McGee over here...
Fair enough. Who's out here dating street raccoons, though? (he has a shit-eating grin now) Sorry, rich street raccoons. Who do performances. And attract attention from a cult.
[He snorted in response.]
Fuck, I kinda like you, you little runt.
Goody two-shoes, class valedictorian cheerleaders, that’s who. Hot ones, too.
And let me tell you, playing in a band doesn’t just attract attention from cults.
Hey... maybe when a friend of yours is trying to work to adopting a kid you don't tell the kid "parents suck you don't need them"? Because thst has undermined all the fucking work she has done to get his trust.
Yeowch. Bummer man. What was the saying with the circus and the monkeys again?
I’m not saying all parents suck. But come on. Parents suck.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
Legitimately cold too, because it was November and there was snow on the ground.
Sounds like he was an asshole. Sorry you had to deal with that. Stories like yours always make me a little glad I didn't have to play permanent-parent roulette. I just get to speedrun as many abusive parents as I want instead!
Exactly. Never had any before, certainly ain't about to start now.
[He reached over, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.]
Atta guy. Now you’re gettin in. Maddie’s good people. She’ll look after you. And if she doesn’t? I’ll kick her butt.
You’re always welcome here. I got.. something cooking, most days. When I’m not doing shows.
(The air around the two of them thins when the contact happens.)
Yeah, sure.
Cool, okay. ..Shows? Oh, the street look is a performance. I see.
I mean, it is now. Kinda my whole thing. Not saying I’m rolling in money or anything, but i definitely have enough to make stupid bets just to be proven wrong and lose sixty bucks.
Plus, buying new clothes is kind of a chore. My girlfriend sews, so I’ve got that department covered.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
Legitimately cold too, because it was November and there was snow on the ground.
Sounds like he was an asshole. Sorry you had to deal with that. Stories like yours always make me a little glad I didn't have to play permanent-parent roulette. I just get to speedrun as many abusive parents as I want instead!
Exactly. Never had any before, certainly ain't about to start now.
[He reached over, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.]
Atta guy. Now you’re gettin in. Maddie’s good people. She’ll look after you. And if she doesn’t? I’ll kick her butt.
You’re always welcome here. I got.. something cooking, most days. When I’m not doing shows.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(He sighs) Nobody ever reads my tone right. I'm not offended. I've sewn it back together myself every time it's gotten ripped.
They abandoned me in a baby swing at a park when I was almost ten months old. The system's never managed to find them. Unempowered or empowered, since.. I was taken in by unempowered foster care initially. The two really aren't that different.
Fuck. That’s fuckin cold, man.
My ma died givin birth to me. Dad hated me for it. Chased the bottle, the whole nine yards.
Who needs parents though, right?
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
I've been one. Not technically one right now if I'm staying in Maddie's house. This coat is one I've had for ages, including any of the times where I was basically on the street, so that's.. probably why y'think I look like one.
[He put his hands up in defense.]
Yo, no disrespect, obviously. The coats sick. Nice and rugged. Wish I could buy them like that.
Just.. asking questions, I guess.
What happened to your parents?
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
Foster mom. And I'm good with not eatin' for a while. Maybe just give it to some actual street kids.
Yeah, yeah, foster mom, got it.
So what, you not an ‘actual’ street kid? You look like one to me. I’d know, I was one.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
I mean, if you knew what I knew, maybe you wouldn't be callin' me arrogant...
I bet she could bodyslam you these days, raccoon-man.
[He grins, cocking his head to the side.]
I’d take that bet any day.
You wanna come inside? Wait, nevermind. Stranger danger. Maybe ask your mom if you can come inside first. Just made a shit ton of casserole, and it’s gonna go bad if it doesn’t get eaten.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
What if my foster mom is Maddie Sha? (He puts emphasis on foster, almost as if to correct Verm...)
Oh, I know how to fight. I could suffocate you with a snap of my fingers. Or stab you, technically. But that's less easy.
Little spitfire, huh? Maybe a little arrogant, but everybody is sometimes.
Maddie? Hell, me and Maddie go way back. I used to put your foster mom in headlocks and give her noogies till the sun rose.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(He takes it.)
You wouldn'ta been able to get away with that with how my foster mom is. (He grins.)
Right, right. Of course.
[He popped his hip, placing his hand on it. He lowers his voice.]
Listen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, or anything, but uh…
I don’t think you’re gonna get much street credit if you threaten people with your mom. You know how to fight?
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(He rolls his eyes and scoffs) Y'don't look like you got that in your whole bank account, but alright. (He kicks it up into the air a bit before kicking it directly into the dumpster.)
[He snorts, reaching into his pocket.]
I oughta slug you for that one, you little rat. But fairs fair.
[He removes the sixty dollars from his pocket, handing it over.]
I just dress like I’m poor.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
(He raises a brow) Are there rules against magic for that challenge?
[He smirks, crossing his arm.]
Do it without magic and I’ll make it forty. No- sixty.
(There's a fifteen year old kid kicking rocks against a trash can near where Verm is. His hair is short and medium-brown, and his eyes are a striking medium blue with gold in the centers. He's wearing a baggy windbreaker jacket with large patches stitched into it, and one of his wrists is bandaged. He's got dark pants and dark brown laced boots.) - @vandalized-swingset
[He glances over, looking the kid up and down.]
Yo. You trickshot that rock into the dumpster, I’ll give you twenty bucks.
