I'll Name Her Chibi and She Shall be Mine [o]

[Bill Collins]

Bill was actually a little sad today--a big surprise right?

No, it was the last day of turkey hunting season. Bill had gotten up particularly early and had taken both Lucy and Bernard with him to go hunting. He loved Disco dearly, but the old guy just wasn't a good hunting dog, he brayed all the time and always bolted at the sound of gunshots. He had caught two medium sized males, and two nice plump females. He had gutted them after he caught the forth one--deciding to call it quits after that one--then upon getting home he plucked the feathers, washed the carcasses and then put them in one of his sheds, which had enough meat to feed an army stored away.

It was nine in the morning after he'd showered, and by nine thirty he was sitting on his couch, twiddling his thumbs. All three of his dogs were napping around him. He needed to get out of the house. He didn't bother waking the animals, but left the back door cracked for them should they wake up before he gets home. He hadn't remembered anything important lately--his power seemed to be on a vacation at the moment so he didn't have any foreseen events to look forward too. He really needed something to do.

He probably should have shaved because he looked a bit scraggy but he hadn't really planned on doing anything worth while. Today was actually promising to get warm so he just left the house in a dark green t-shirt and jeans. With his hands in his pockets he strolled down the street towards downtown.

At first he just sat on a bench and nodded his head at any person or persons that passed him by. For ten minutes he talked to a nice old geezer who stopped for a breath at the bench, which was pleasant. He shook the guy's hand before he went on his way. Bill decided to get a drink from somewhere and started to amble his way through town, keeping his eye open for something that caught his eye.

He passed by a store with this looking up at him with the cutest face in the world. He stopped walking and turned to look at the little guy, his mouth slightly slack. He broke into a big grin, "'Allo there little tyke." He cooed before he realized. He looked left and right before he walked into the pet store.

He didn't even look up at the clerk behind the register, his eyes were just for the little guy in the window display who was all by himself. He reached over the barrier and plucked him up. The little fluffy thing yipped at him. Bill laughed faintly and scratched under it's chin. He squirmed in his hands, and Bill saw it was actually a female. "Hello beautiful. Ye want to come home with me, don't ye?" He asked the adorable puppy, who licked his thumb before gnawing on it.

Yeah.

He walked out of the store with a bag of puppy things and the cute little thing squirming in his arms. She was way too small and young to be put on a leash so she would just have to get over it. He was gazing down at the newest member of his family when he bumped shoulders with someone. His head snapped up. He shoulda seen it coming, really.

"Apologizes. All my fault." He was in the perfect mood right now. This puppy was so adorable.

[Rhett Goddard]

"It's ok." Rhett carefully said without looking at the man's eyes: he hated such things in such occasions.

He continued walking normally and a couple of meters behind the man he opened and eyed the wallet he had just swiftly taken from him. Fifty-six dollars... William Collins... Thirty-one... Power trainer... Hammel Institute! This just can't be good. Rhett immediately closed the wallet and quickly walked towards the William, who was still close to the place they both bumped not a minute ago.

"Sir!" He continued walking fast, waving the wallet in his left hand. "Sir! You dropped this!"

Wait, how exactly was this a good idea? Well in case he gets suspicious I can always say I took it by reflexes and then realized it was his. Or that mine looks a lot like this one. Or, something. But anything has to be better than pickpocketing someone that will most likely see me again at school.

[Bill Collins]

The teenager Bill had bumped into looked familiar as soon as he met eyes with him. The boy hadn't made it a big deal and as Bill turned to continue on his venture home with the newest member of the family, he remembered where he had seen the boy before.

The boy had stolen his wallet once. But then...he couldn't remember anything else about the encounter, his eyes furrowed as he turned to look at the boy, as if looking at him would help clear the haze. His eyes widened when they zeroed in on the leather fold in the teenager's hand. He could recognize his hand made wallet anywhere. Blair made it for him a few years ago with some deer pelt. Bill's jaw set in anger.

"Found it. In my pocket." His gruff words certainly were accusatory as he stepped forward to get his wallet back. At least the punk thought better of it. Bill secured his wallet back into his back pocket, frustrated that the teenager even picked up his wallet and glared at the kid. "You got a lot of nerve, yah punk." Usually his voice wasn't so fierce, but he was pissed at the fact he almost lost his wallet to a teenaged pick pocket.

[Rhett Goddard]

"I..." What am I supposed to say here? Yes? No? This is my first time returning a stolen item. Heck, it's my first time returning something. What do normal people say in these situations? "Sorry? I mean..." I can't use my I-don't-understand-english card now, I should have thought of that one before. "Look, I found your wallet, I could have run with it, but I didn't, I gave it back."

It was at that moment that Rhett eyed the puppy in the man's arms for a second time. The first time was when in Rhett's mind, it translated to: 'focusing his mind in that thing, he won't even feel his lack of wallet until he's home'. But now that the dog was no longer an advantage, Rhett did notice the hypnotizing trait that most animals have in their early ages: it's an advantage nature give animals to ensure survival. It's a certainly fluffy cute advantage. Rhett snapped out of it and looked back at the man.

"Have we... met before?" They really hadn't, Rhett was good at remembering faces. DejaVu? "Nah, just forget it. You're welcome for the wallet."

[Bill Collins]

"I saw you take my wallet." He barely switched the word 'saw' with 'remembered' like he was going to say. His visions worked like old memories, or wistful thoughts, not 'ohmygoshIamhavingavisionrightnow.' Thanks to his training it was easier to tell his memories from future events (even though they felt and seemed like memories), and he knew this memory he had of this blond kid stilling his wallet was actually what had just happened.

This kid lying to him really did get on his nerves. And Bill didn't generally have much nerves to get on--he had a quick ass temper in the right situations like this one. His anger flared. He hated liars. Especially liars that had been caught, like this boy. "No use denying it, boy." He glared at him, but he knew that since his arms were full of adorable puppy, he wasn't as intimidating as he normally was (like if he had Disco with him, for instance). He noticed the boy looking at the puppy, Bill figured his thoughts were along the same line, but Bill had nothing against yelling at this punk until someone noticed, puppy or no. This kid tried to steal Blair's wallet.

"No, we haven't met before." There might be a vague chance this kid attended Hammel and they had crossed paths but Bill knew this boy wasn't in any of his training sessions (god bless him if he was). Bill looked down at the puppy as she squirmed in his hands and he looked back up at the boy as he dismissed the conversation.

"You better not let me catch you stealing, you punk. I won't pass up the chance to knock some shite into you." He was mad enough to threaten the kid, and after he'd said his peace he turned and began to walk away.

[Rhett Goddard]

What?! Rhett made his best to not perform a surprised expression in his face. He didn't see me! They never see me! It was a perfect move. per - fect. I've done way riskier moves and they never see me. I'm flawless, he's lying. How dares he accusing me of being a liar. Fucker. Faster than he knew it, the man was already walking away and even though Rhett had in mind leaving it like that, and he could live with the fact that someone now suspects (because there was no proof), he just couldn't bare the thought of knowing he had failed in the first pickpocketing rule: not be seen.

"How dare YOU accusing me of being a thief and then a liar?" He yelled in the middle of the street, calling everyone's attention to the two of them. "What? Don't you have anything better to do than troubling kids in the street? You've got one wild imagination."

Rhett turned, pumped by anger and decisively walked away. Should have stayed with the wallet. Hope that hairy thing dies, whatever.