The prospect of seeing dragons, even in books, was one that Yuri found the most appealing, maybe he should have pilfered the book from the little rich girl that time he had the chance, maybe one of those had had dragons in it. But he couldn't imagine anyone tolerating his presence in thier shop- his sticky fingers aside most of the shopkeeps chased him away with a broom or a bucket of cold water like a stray cat. But maybe he would try again, it wouldn't hurt him to see if he could look at one of the books with dragons.
Unlike the urchin he was speaking to, Yuri had never been a good worker, or rather he had never been taught tthe benefit of work to him, from a self interested perspective. A carpenter had bought him from the workhouse to be his apprentice, if someone had explained the type of life that he might have, hardworking, but honest, food on his table and clothes on his back - He might be a grown man now rather than a petulant, illiterate boy who was dreading the prospect of school. The other boy seemed to have made out better in life by toeing the line and not bucking the system the same way Yuri had, but then as far as Yuro was concerned he had something to be mad about.
'I'm a charity'un at the 'ome*' he muttered, as though trying not to let her hear him. 'But I 'ate it there' his expression twisted in disdain, there were children in the house whose parents and gaurdians paid for them to be cared for they ate with the mistress in the dining room, the charity kids like Yuri ate in a long dining room with the other charity cases, their allowance was paid for by the parish, a meagre amount of knuts per week, and little enough of that was actually spent on the children for whose care it was allotted. ''Ol Bitch 'ho runs it is meaner than a dementor. I try not to stay there too much, better off in the park.'
*Home for inconvientant children
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