Tollo
S-Shut up! I'm not a kid!!!
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Meanwhile....
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Is this the best you can do kid!" shouted a tall and lanky thief. Having the appearance of a crane, his long beaked nose and beady eyes stared down at the, now angry, boy before them.
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Duh, yeah! Dis ain't nearly enough!!" commented the round fatter man standing next to the tall one. "
Da boss don't hire any ol' scrub off da streets ya know!"
They bandits were holding a small bag of coins the boy had just stolen. The golden haired boy clenched his fist. "
Shut up!! I stole that right!? That counts as thief'n! You said I could join if I stole somethin'!!!" he growled shaking his fists in anger.
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It is not about the stealing that makes you a thief!" a light italian accent bellows at the child. Their leader stepped in between his men and ripped the bag of coins from the taller man. "
It is about style! You have to steal in a style that defines you! Any beggar in this town can steal a bag of coins!" he stated tossing the bag at the child's feet.
He was large and muscular, wearing a loose shirt that even showed off some of his muscles, their leader was a lady's man, a debonair, a leech and a liar. Money, stealing, and women was what he lived for. Running a comb though his greasy well groomed hair, he smiled wryly down at the boy. "
You lack style boy! Besides, I have tons of coins...and I recall you said you were going to steal something unique and special no? " he slyly stated poking the kid in the nose.
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I-I...t-that was uhh....w-well you s-see..." looking away blushing, mostly out of anger, the boy wasn't sure how to answer.
Laughing loudly he ruffled the boy's hair. "
You see, no style! A real thief goes after the prize no matter how hard or easy it is! A scrub like you will never become good enough for my guild. But, I am a gracious man. If a scrub like you can bring me something....eh, realllly nice and rare then I'll take you under my wing!" with another twirl of his comb he ran it through his hair and gave a shrug.
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I will show you!! I'll steal somethin' so...uhh...s-so...so rare and valuable that your hair will fall out from shock!!!" the boy shouted in annoyance and anger as he pointed a finger up at the man.
Grabbing the bag he ran off in angry tears hearing all three men laughing.
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Da boss...do ya think da kid..uhh?" asked the short roly-poly man.
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No, he is too much of a goody two shoes. His heart is not black enough! Besides, kids annoy me!" replied the boss.
Walking home the boy sighed, kicking at the dirt in the streets.
Dammit! I couldn't steal that valuable diamond ring from Mrs. Rullis because it means so much to her! Plus she's one of my grandpa's best customers!! I...I couldn't hurt him like that! he sighed.
Entering an engineer's store, one that specified in titan parts, the boy was suddenly stopped by his grandfather. An essentric old man with a bald head and large white beard. Wearing a pair of goggles, a dirty pair of overalls, boots and work gloves.
"Tollo!! Ya've been stealin' again I see!!" the old man growled holding the boy's arm in the air, the small sack of coins in plain sigh. "How many times do I have to tell ya not to steal!!"
Tollo froze he had forgotten to hide the money from his gramps. Suddenly he was bonked on the head with a wrench. "
Ouch!!!" wined Tollo, bending down to rub his sore head. Tears filling his eyes.
"I swear I don't know what gets into ya!! Your father and mother would be rollin' in their graves at all the mischief you're makin'!" his grandfather scolded.
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Shut up!! What do you know about my parents! YOU LET THEM DIE!!" Tollo cried, yelling back at the old man before running up the stairs to his room.
Frank sighed glancing over at a faded picture of a blonde man and a dark haired woman. Tollo was still a baby in that picture and they both were cuddling him happily. "What am I gonna do with that boy eh?" he said looking at the money pouch. Growling he tossed it onto a nearby table and returned to his work.
