The two figures stood by a rusted oil drum with a weak fire sputtering from inside. One had his hands shoved in some worn-out gloves, the other leaned against a crate gnawing on something unidentifiable.
'A rat, maybe? Doesn't even look cooked.'
Neither looked up.
The blades at their hips shone from the faint fire beside them. They were chipped and rusted, and would probably kill someone from tetanus before anything else.
Kai walked up to the men slowly and tried to feign looking lost.
Then they gave him all of their attention.
"What, kid? You want somethin'?" The bigger one asked, smoke drifting from the corner of his mouth.
"Just a snack. I really need some food." Kai held his hands out as if he was hoping they'd drop something into his palms.
'Just a little closer...'
The thief walked up to him, chest puffed like a lizard to make him seem more intimidating. "Does it look like we've got food for you? Like we're some sort of bloody charity?"
