forum Anyone want to rp?

Started April 30, 2019 by Deleted user

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"If you say so." Miguel responded still seeming a bit unsure.

Skye smiled, switching a ouple more.

Miguel frowned but switched a couple. He studied them for a minute trying to ignore the impulse to switch them back.

Skye led him to another stall, switching a couple more. "Trick is to make sure that the prices are similar." he told the other.

"Um okay.". Miguel followed the others instructions, switching a couple with similar pricing, "Have you ever been caught?"

"Once or twice…" said Skye, "But rarely."

“Oh. But how are you not worried about getting caught?” Miguel looked at Skye, confused.

"Because I know how to get away…"

“I guess that makes sense.” Miguel looked at the clock tower and read the time, 5:50. Dinner was in 10 minutes, he paled, “I, uh, I gotta go.” He said hurriedly and start in a sprint to the castle, I can’t let them catch me while I’m out here!

Skye blinked in surprise, watching as the other disappeared into the crowd. I wonder if I'll see him again…

Miguel panicked as he climbed back through his balcony. He had five minutes until someone came to get him for dinner. He quickly changed and eased his rushed breathing and pretended to study.

Skye eventually shrugged, going back to wandering the streets like he normally did.

A few minutes later, Miguel heard a knock on his door. He opened it and was surprised to see his mom, “Hello, mother.” He said, eyes wide. “Hello dear. Time for dinner. I hope you spent your time today studying.” Miguel fearfully nodded, his parents were scary when he did something wrong, they’d lock him up in his room and make sure he couldn’t escape, whether it being with chains on his wrists and ankle, bars on his windows, or both.

Skye finally got hungry, and sighed. Time to get in trouble with the town watch again…. he thought, heading for the market place again, knowing he had to eat something.

Miguel was lead to the dining hall where he sat down at the end of the long table, his parents on either side of him. The food was brought out and they began to eat, talking in between. “How was your studies?” His father asked. “Good.” Miguel lied, he wanted to go back out but not that night, tomorrow he would. After dinner, Miguel went out to the garden thankful he didn’t get caught.

Skye had gotten lucky, the baker had been forced to throw out a load of old, rock hard bread. Skye smiled, grabbing all the loaves he could carry, before running off. Dip these in water and they'll be just fine.. he thought.

Miguel sat in the faint moonlight for awhile thinking about the boy he had met, Skye. Skye has seemed like he wasn’t afraid of anything, nice, daring and really cute. “I’ve got to find him again, no matter what it costs for me.”

Skye finally made it back to his hideout, with half of a loaf out of the several loaves he'd stolen. Handing out most of them to younger street kids who couldn't fend for themselves as easily.

Miguel went back to his room at his fathers instructions and started getting ready for bed. Once under his warms covers, he quickly fell asleep.

Skye slipped into the small tent-like structure in the alley. Heading over to a couple of ragged blankets he ate a couple bites of the bread, then curled up to try and sleep. He would've shifted to wolf form. But it was too risky.

The next morning, Miguel ate breakfast in his room like usual got dressed in clothes to fool his parents, told them that he was going to be studying and wanted no interruptions then went back upstairs and changed into some casual clothing.

Skye woke up tired and cold early that morning. Quickly he got up, changing his shirt for the spare he had, and then pulling his jacket on. He dreaded winter coming, knowing the risk of hypothermia and freezing to death all too well. That was the one season where he'd sleep in wolf form, and in groups with other kids, offering warmth so they wouldn't die of cold. Sighing he shook himself awake and left, resisting the urge to nibble on the bread in his pocket, knowing he had to make it last.

Before jumping out the balcony, Miguel grabbed the parts of his breakfast he hadn’t eaten, an apple and some toast. He also grabbed some cash, “Winter is coming and I don’t know what Skyes living conditions are…”. He stuffed the food and money carefully in a small bag then made his way into town, looking for Skye.

Skye wandered the streets, checkjng up on groups of street kids, endjng up giving his share of the bread to an older kid, who happened to be a cripple and couldn't do what Skye knew he could. Sighing he left for the market again, hoping to look for work and get cash to store up for winter.

Miguel carefully made his way through crowds, being shoved into others and meekly apologizing. He finally spotted Skye and made his way over to, tugging on his jacket sleeve, “Hey Skye.”