Shoppinggggg. Jin Feng hated shopping days. Lily would just tug him around like a pet while she looked at shiny things and she was allowed to touch them but he wasn't and they'd just go from store to store to stall on the street to another store and then back down another block.
He'd learned to pass the time and tolerate his guardian's inattention by becoming quite an adept little pick pocket. He was pretty infamous for learning this trade through failures and now whenever regular patrons of Lily's usual haunts saw that shock of orange hair coming their way, they held to their purses that much tighter. Not that he minded. The fact he was starting to come away with prizes just meant he was getting that much better at it.
That and his sneakiness got him further and further away from his guardian when she was especially distracted. Like now.
He had his eye on a rude little man's gold coins when he heard a woman speak in a recognizable accent. At first he jumped, thinking Lily had caught him red handed, but it sounded off. The accent was the same, but the voice was different. He turned and saw a woman with braids on the side of the street, along with a pale haired child and he quickly abandoned his project and skittered right over to them, pointing pretty rudely at the woman and looking at the child. "Your person talks like my person," He announced as if he was starting off an interrogation.
He'd learned to pass the time and tolerate his guardian's inattention by becoming quite an adept little pick pocket. He was pretty infamous for learning this trade through failures and now whenever regular patrons of Lily's usual haunts saw that shock of orange hair coming their way, they held to their purses that much tighter. Not that he minded. The fact he was starting to come away with prizes just meant he was getting that much better at it.
That and his sneakiness got him further and further away from his guardian when she was especially distracted. Like now.
He had his eye on a rude little man's gold coins when he heard a woman speak in a recognizable accent. At first he jumped, thinking Lily had caught him red handed, but it sounded off. The accent was the same, but the voice was different. He turned and saw a woman with braids on the side of the street, along with a pale haired child and he quickly abandoned his project and skittered right over to them, pointing pretty rudely at the woman and looking at the child. "Your person talks like my person," He announced as if he was starting off an interrogation.
