#he just take sout a box of assorted rocks and rids has to be like. wow...yeah those are...rocks.

[multiimistakes]

"You are such a little goblin." — Ridley

Thistle was casual about it, hand slipping free from the drive-by pocketing he'd done of the palm-sized geode. He scrunches his nose at the younger and makes a show of looking at a thrifted lamp.

❝ It's a fuckin' rock, Rids. Don't be a fuckin' cop about it. ❞ his gaze flickered inconspicuously to the front desk via the the stupid corner mirror at the owner who was engaged in some passionate conversation with an asshole in a red cap.

❝ That Back The Blue cuck up there has that covered already. Hell, I'd pocket more if I wore a better jacket for it. Might just knock some shit down on our way out. Fuck if we'll be back in this area anytime soon anyway. ❞ he knocked his shoulder into hers, turned his voice down to a more conspiring level.

❝ I so fuckin' am though and that means my rock collection is the absolute tits. Shit's packed up in a box though next to old Yugi-Oh! collection. I'd offer to show you but you'd get really jealous, It's, like, a really good collection. ❞