[Kit was many things, occasionally sly among them, but he was not someone who went back on his word, not without reasonable justification, and here he was lacking that. He might not have solemnly swore to buy anything for Vincent, but an agreement of any sort was just as binding, at least insofar as not being dishonorable was concerned.
Perhaps that was a strange ideal for a not-quite-former thief to carry, or perhaps not. Either way...when the smaller boy held out his hand, Kit didn't hesitate to dig out his wallet and pass him a purple 500 Macca note: enough to buy a beverage and a snack.
He dug out no change for himself, and after returning his wallet to his pocket, turned to glance around the empty lobby. The entirety of the habitat was spotless, so the cause of the headaches couldn't very well be attributed to compromised sanitation. Disease seemed improbable too, what with how quickly people had seemed to show symptoms. What remained the only possible solution was some kind of food-borne illness...unless there truly was something supernatural happening around them.
It was going to hurt, but he needed to test the theory a little more. Preparing for the worst, Kit's whole body stiffened a little in anticipation...]
I had a similar attack, myself. And I saw something straβ
[...and right on cue, there was the headache, like an invisible hand reaching into his skull to pull apart his brain. He clenched shut his eyes and wobbled for a moment where he stood, but managed to keep from reaching out to steady himself against the vending machine or even Vincent.]
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Perhaps that was a strange ideal for a not-quite-former thief to carry, or perhaps not. Either way...when the smaller boy held out his hand, Kit didn't hesitate to dig out his wallet and pass him a purple 500 Macca note: enough to buy a beverage and a snack.
He dug out no change for himself, and after returning his wallet to his pocket, turned to glance around the empty lobby. The entirety of the habitat was spotless, so the cause of the headaches couldn't very well be attributed to compromised sanitation. Disease seemed improbable too, what with how quickly people had seemed to show symptoms. What remained the only possible solution was some kind of food-borne illness...unless there truly was something supernatural happening around them.
It was going to hurt, but he needed to test the theory a little more. Preparing for the worst, Kit's whole body stiffened a little in anticipation...]
I had a similar attack, myself. And I saw something straβ
[...and right on cue, there was the headache, like an invisible hand reaching into his skull to pull apart his brain. He clenched shut his eyes and wobbled for a moment where he stood, but managed to keep from reaching out to steady himself against the vending machine or even Vincent.]