Not wanting the yolk all over his hands, Citan toed a couple of yellow-streaked avocados back into the fallen bag. He didn't have to look around to know that the incident had drawn a small crowd; he could feel a dozen curious eyes on him as he dealt with the mess.
And then there were a dozen more as Gabranth came over with the child in tow, intrigued and warily expectant all at once; it was likely they were wondering just what a man of his position was doing in this part of town. The sudden intensity of their stares made the hair on the back of Citan's neck rise, warning, and he glanced up to see the two approach. The Bangaa looked chastised and the man, who sported some impressive and rather dangerous-looking armor, carried himself like an authority figure. Indeed, the youth muttered an apology for running into him before making a hasty escape.
"It is all right," he said anyway, taking Gabranth's outstretched hand. Although it was probably impossible to feel just how strong his grip was through all that armor, Citan's handshake was brisk and confident--surprisingly so, given the Magister's fearsome appearance. "The food is easily replaced, and I should hope that he will think better of it the next time he wants to run through a crowded street!"
Or not, given how quickly he'd taken off after he was out of reach. Citan shrugged helplessly, smiling--kids; what can you do?--as Snow came up beside them. "Citan Uzuki," he finished when the man trailed off, and it was he who extended a hand this time, to Snow. "Thank you very much for the offer. Accidents happen, but I appreciate it, especially as my pockets are a bit light at the moment." He was rueful. Even with a discount, a sword of the caliber he'd bought cost quite a bit, particularly on his current income.
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Date: 2010-03-04 01:01 am (UTC)And then there were a dozen more as Gabranth came over with the child in tow, intrigued and warily expectant all at once; it was likely they were wondering just what a man of his position was doing in this part of town. The sudden intensity of their stares made the hair on the back of Citan's neck rise, warning, and he glanced up to see the two approach. The Bangaa looked chastised and the man, who sported some impressive and rather dangerous-looking armor, carried himself like an authority figure. Indeed, the youth muttered an apology for running into him before making a hasty escape.
"It is all right," he said anyway, taking Gabranth's outstretched hand. Although it was probably impossible to feel just how strong his grip was through all that armor, Citan's handshake was brisk and confident--surprisingly so, given the Magister's fearsome appearance. "The food is easily replaced, and I should hope that he will think better of it the next time he wants to run through a crowded street!"
Or not, given how quickly he'd taken off after he was out of reach. Citan shrugged helplessly, smiling--kids; what can you do?--as Snow came up beside them. "Citan Uzuki," he finished when the man trailed off, and it was he who extended a hand this time, to Snow. "Thank you very much for the offer. Accidents happen, but I appreciate it, especially as my pockets are a bit light at the moment." He was rueful. Even with a discount, a sword of the caliber he'd bought cost quite a bit, particularly on his current income.