04-24-2012, 03:04 PM
Kit had experienced a lot in the last couple weeks, nothing that had scared him away from being the trickster that he often was, but instead there had been lessons about what could be had if you got on a female's good side. Once he had got the taste, it was hard not to think of them quite often, and even if Fleta still held a special place in his mind, she wasn't around for him to try charming at that particular moment. Previous success in Halifax, along with a few new responsibilities, had kept the male in the area, but without any particular direction or cause.
With a vague thought of trying to find someone's food cache to steal from, Kit had set out to explore the area some more, and was careful about rugs after his experience in Fleta's trap. While he didn't find much in the way of food, he had found a building that had probably once served as a corner store, and after some rummaging through mostly ransacked things, came across cheap aluminum flask underneath a pushed over rack. After struggling to open it for a moment, he sniffed to get a scent of the fire water that still sloshed inside. The container wasn't special enough that Kit would keep it, but the couple swigs of drink that still remained inside was enough for the flask to remain in his company for the day anyways.
When he turned to leave the place however, and maybe go check out the old warehouses, Kit's green eyes spotted someone wandering down the street, a female who seemed rather happy about something other other if the smile was any indication. Kit wasn't so sure he liked the idea of clothing, but the female was attractive, and it wasn't like he had any plans for the day. So he was quick to make his way out of the run down building, likely making plenty of noise from stepping over, and on debris. "Well, looks like my day just got that much better. A pretty face, something I didn't really expect to run into in amongst these silly ruins." Kit spoke in a cheerful tone while approaching with the flask of whiskey in his hand, his flattery thrown with practiced ease.
Instead of waiting to see if the stranger wanted company, Kit closed the distance as best he could, only ceasing his reckless approach if she showed some sign of avoiding him, or once he was within a few feet of them. One day, he suspected that forwardness would cost him something, but until that happened, Kit didn't often change his habits.
With a vague thought of trying to find someone's food cache to steal from, Kit had set out to explore the area some more, and was careful about rugs after his experience in Fleta's trap. While he didn't find much in the way of food, he had found a building that had probably once served as a corner store, and after some rummaging through mostly ransacked things, came across cheap aluminum flask underneath a pushed over rack. After struggling to open it for a moment, he sniffed to get a scent of the fire water that still sloshed inside. The container wasn't special enough that Kit would keep it, but the couple swigs of drink that still remained inside was enough for the flask to remain in his company for the day anyways.
When he turned to leave the place however, and maybe go check out the old warehouses, Kit's green eyes spotted someone wandering down the street, a female who seemed rather happy about something other other if the smile was any indication. Kit wasn't so sure he liked the idea of clothing, but the female was attractive, and it wasn't like he had any plans for the day. So he was quick to make his way out of the run down building, likely making plenty of noise from stepping over, and on debris. "Well, looks like my day just got that much better. A pretty face, something I didn't really expect to run into in amongst these silly ruins." Kit spoke in a cheerful tone while approaching with the flask of whiskey in his hand, his flattery thrown with practiced ease.
Instead of waiting to see if the stranger wanted company, Kit closed the distance as best he could, only ceasing his reckless approach if she showed some sign of avoiding him, or once he was within a few feet of them. One day, he suspected that forwardness would cost him something, but until that happened, Kit didn't often change his habits.