She might have felt bad for ruining the French girl's underpants. From the way the red-faced, gibbering girl was shaking, Charley could have guessed she'd soiled herself. It had to be quite the rude awakening for the older girl, to meet someone she would have customarily left to trod underfoot. Even their height difference felt smaller between them, the Frenchie definitely wasn't so big and haughty now.
"A little whut?" The urchin shock blinked back her laugh, otherwise she would have spit it all over the other girl. "Do ya even hear yerself? Really, yer gulping down every other word. Mebbe you could try shutting that gob for a tick, an' smile a bit more."
Smugly satisfied with herself, the urchin blew out a breath of air, shifting the strand of hair that had lost its place up in her hat. It happened sometimes, though usually the hat did its job at keeping her hair from dangling like messy curtains in front of her face. Now that, she considered for a moment with a wider grin, would have been the look to scare the galleons out of the rich, French girl.
Next time.
Charley had to laugh again, and this time it came out as a guffaw. The Frenchie really didn't know how a mugging was supposed to go, that was the last person to ever ask for directions. "Nah," she beamed at the disheveled girl. It served her right for making the urchin lose the bag, and her chance at lunch.
Giving herself a running start, Charley jumped herself up to a window ledge overlooking the alley. The window was shuttered and barred from the inside, but that didn't matter. She climbed up past it, working her way toward the rooftops where she could perch and look for another mark. Sparing one, last, glance to the girl below, the urchin considered her and then shook her head, climbing upwards and onwards.
Getting a little lost couldn't be more than an inconvenience to the rich girl's day. Might teach her a bit about watching her surroundings, enough to keep her wits, and that bag, about her anyway.
"A little whut?" The urchin shock blinked back her laugh, otherwise she would have spit it all over the other girl. "Do ya even hear yerself? Really, yer gulping down every other word. Mebbe you could try shutting that gob for a tick, an' smile a bit more."
Smugly satisfied with herself, the urchin blew out a breath of air, shifting the strand of hair that had lost its place up in her hat. It happened sometimes, though usually the hat did its job at keeping her hair from dangling like messy curtains in front of her face. Now that, she considered for a moment with a wider grin, would have been the look to scare the galleons out of the rich, French girl.
Next time.
Charley had to laugh again, and this time it came out as a guffaw. The Frenchie really didn't know how a mugging was supposed to go, that was the last person to ever ask for directions. "Nah," she beamed at the disheveled girl. It served her right for making the urchin lose the bag, and her chance at lunch.
Giving herself a running start, Charley jumped herself up to a window ledge overlooking the alley. The window was shuttered and barred from the inside, but that didn't matter. She climbed up past it, working her way toward the rooftops where she could perch and look for another mark. Sparing one, last, glance to the girl below, the urchin considered her and then shook her head, climbing upwards and onwards.
Getting a little lost couldn't be more than an inconvenience to the rich girl's day. Might teach her a bit about watching her surroundings, enough to keep her wits, and that bag, about her anyway.
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