Kameron Esters-
Fear my godly wrath!
Young Blood
Musai slowed to a stop, a bit out of breath but still managing to flash a grin as he caught up to the scene. His eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed the situation. The little thief lay on the ground, clutching his nose, his bag of stolen candy scattered around him. The sight of Christina, who had unknowingly stopped the kid, brought a chuckle to his lips.
"Yo, Christian, perfect timing," Musai said, his voice carrying that familiar mix of casual confidence and underlying intensity. He walked over to the kid and crouched down, his gaze steady but not unkind. "Seems like this little guy here decided to get handsy with shit that wasn’t his. But, hey, he’s got guts—I’ll give him that."
He glanced at the kid, who was trying his best not to cry, and his tone softened just a bit. "Listen, kid, stealing from the Phoenixes? Not your best idea. But you’re fast—I’ll give you that too. Now, how about we make a deal? You give back what you snatched, and we won't beat your ass until you're twenty. Maybe even get you something to eat, yeah? Or drink caaaauuusee, I'm parched as all hell right now." He let out a laugh, though he kept a watchful eye on the kid, ready to react if the boy tried to bolt again.
Musai knew all too well what it was like to scrape by, doing whatever it took to survive. But he also knew the importance of loyalty and respect, especially within the Phoenixes. The kid might have made a mistake, but Musai could see a bit of himself in the boy. He wasn't about to let this turn into something ugly if it didn't have to.
Musai slowed to a stop, a bit out of breath but still managing to flash a grin as he caught up to the scene. His eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed the situation. The little thief lay on the ground, clutching his nose, his bag of stolen candy scattered around him. The sight of Christina, who had unknowingly stopped the kid, brought a chuckle to his lips.
"Yo, Christian, perfect timing," Musai said, his voice carrying that familiar mix of casual confidence and underlying intensity. He walked over to the kid and crouched down, his gaze steady but not unkind. "Seems like this little guy here decided to get handsy with shit that wasn’t his. But, hey, he’s got guts—I’ll give him that."
He glanced at the kid, who was trying his best not to cry, and his tone softened just a bit. "Listen, kid, stealing from the Phoenixes? Not your best idea. But you’re fast—I’ll give you that too. Now, how about we make a deal? You give back what you snatched, and we won't beat your ass until you're twenty. Maybe even get you something to eat, yeah? Or drink caaaauuusee, I'm parched as all hell right now." He let out a laugh, though he kept a watchful eye on the kid, ready to react if the boy tried to bolt again.
Musai knew all too well what it was like to scrape by, doing whatever it took to survive. But he also knew the importance of loyalty and respect, especially within the Phoenixes. The kid might have made a mistake, but Musai could see a bit of himself in the boy. He wasn't about to let this turn into something ugly if it didn't have to.
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