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After he fled the docks, Finn found a place in the Slups to lay low and regain his composure. The foxkit drew a tremendous amount of unwanted attention -- a well dressed young todd blinded by tears stuck out like a sore thumb. Some watched with concern, others out of morbid interest. At least two saw an easy mark, and a scuffle in a back alley left Finn battered, bruised, and several gilders poorer.
It was a fitting end to the day, he felt. The cherry on top of a miserable Nameday, indeed. Finn found a warm warehouse to rest in, and crashed by the boiler where he lay as a dead beast. He felt entirely numb all over, and the only thought that occurred to him was how quiet his thoughts were. His mind was stiller than an empty cavern.
Hours later -- Finn had lost all sense of time -- he stirred, pushed himself to his feet, and wandered out onto the streets. Bully was on its way to bed now, the only business open were a few taverns closer to the dockside -- and a blind vendor selling noodles. The scent was... comforting.
Cricket had to be around here, somewhere. Maybe she'd feel up for noodles. The foxkit scraped together a pawful of pebbles, and tossed them at walls, hissing her name in a hushed tone. "... Cricket?"
It was a fitting end to the day, he felt. The cherry on top of a miserable Nameday, indeed. Finn found a warm warehouse to rest in, and crashed by the boiler where he lay as a dead beast. He felt entirely numb all over, and the only thought that occurred to him was how quiet his thoughts were. His mind was stiller than an empty cavern.
Hours later -- Finn had lost all sense of time -- he stirred, pushed himself to his feet, and wandered out onto the streets. Bully was on its way to bed now, the only business open were a few taverns closer to the dockside -- and a blind vendor selling noodles. The scent was... comforting.
Cricket had to be around here, somewhere. Maybe she'd feel up for noodles. The foxkit scraped together a pawful of pebbles, and tossed them at walls, hissing her name in a hushed tone. "... Cricket?"
