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Once they were parted just a little bit  and he deemed it safe enough to get to work on the wallet. He pulled out the cash and stuffed that in his pocket before he tossed the wallet in the nearest waste bin. He breathed a sigh of relief once the worse of the contraband was gone and he slowed his pace slightly, ambling the streets. It was a decent haul today…maybe he could afford to buy Atticus something nice with the extra…like a tea cup from the antique shop. The Omega deserved a distinguished cup that matched everything else about him. He was just about to steer himself into the store and browse the cups when a hand locked around his wrist. 

Internally he sighed, but the performer in him put the most shocked and frightened look on his face. His entire body set to trembling slightly and he looked up at the Beta with wide wet eyes. “I…I don’t have a lot of money…m-mister…I’m just visiting…’ 

Luciel turned out his pockets, revealing only a few bits and bobs like string and a rubber ball and the handful of pilfered bills that he’d crumpled up. “Th-This is all I have…” 

Annoyance was his next recourse, it flashed across his face as Gem took pause. Because he wanted to believe him. He didn’t get a good look a whoever had bumped into him, anyway. He could be wrong. But then, experience told him this was all a rouse. His deliberation of the matter stopped there, Gem was the ‘trust your gut’ kind of dude. His hand moved from the other’s wrist to the collar of his shirt. Like, Gem wasn’t a fighter, per se. Genuinely, it was a great thing to get along with people. But he wasn’t dumb, wasn’t naive enough to think he’d go through life without some kind of conflict. And maybe he would’ve swung on the omega but....people were looking. Out of the corner of his eye he saw passers-by giving the pair of them weird looks. And the whole kind-of-passifist-kind-of-not thing Gealach had going on. To be fair, despite his ire, Gem wasn’t physically hurt. Wasn’t sure how Hannigan would respond to news of him having beat on some omega. Better not to chance anything.

“Look....” he grated, letting go, transitioning to a friendlier hold on the wolf’s shoulder, “ I don’t give a fuck about the cash. I just need the wallet. Don’t be a dick.”

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Gilly was more than willing to learn about what things he didn’t know about.

And the man had one thing right– Gilly had essentially been living under a rock. Locked away for his entire life by his father. He bit his lip, his eyes bright as he watched the man. He liked new information, liked knowing about the things he had never experienced before. He watched the beta bounce the apple before flicking his eyes to the man’s face.

“Eat it outside on a blanket…” He nodded his head in understanding before the man paused him, and added that small tidbit.  Immediately he began to blush a bright red color. “O-Oh…” He bit his lip. “I-I didn’t k-know that. K-Kiss…” He had never done that before.

" Or so I hear. I’ve never been on one myself. You should go on one with me.”

For a second there, his conscience got the better of him and he contemplated pulling a ‘just kidding’. Then, the omega’s face lit up and it was worth it just to see the blush spread across the other’s cheeks. Gem was a sucker for shit like that. Like, that sort of omega alphas loved to safe guard. If he heard anything from this boy after this, Gem wouldn’t be surprised if someone capitalized on his naivete. The thought crossed Gem’s mind but he wasn’t so dubious. He laughed softly, amused, tossing the apple at the wolf across from him, hoping his reflexes were fast enough to catch.

" I’m Gem, by the way.” he extended his hand in greeting, “ Nice to meet ya.”

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“ Don’t worry about it, Chuck.” Gem returned the smile, putting extra emphasis on the ch- in the zoo keeper’s name because it just honestly amused him that someone would voluntarily go by the name Chuck. Or, well, maybe it was more so the fact this dude looked like an Asgardian and the name just didn’t fit the MO. Also, Gem was a bit weird. He wouldn’t say he knew Chuck on a personal enough basis to poke fun at him but they were acquaintances, at least. He owned the zoo and Gem, being an animal doctor, would head up there every so often to aid in the care of the animals. It made sense for Chuck to be here, as strong as the guy seemed.

Gem, on the other hand, wasn’t here to work out. Honestly he’d never be caught dead in a gym on account of being too lazy and/or scrawny.  But this place had some pretty good smoothies. One such treat was held in his hand, Gem sipping at it, only removing his mouth from the straw when he had something to say.

“Looks heavy.” He played captain obvious to promote a little small-talk,  “Like...as much as I weigh. You could bench-press me instead.”

Chuck was wary of packs that went to the gym together. Unfortunately, that’s how they usually worked out. Lifted, yelled, laughed, and forgot how the weights went back on the rack when finished. As he heaved up the last weight and set it on the rack, he gave it a little bit of a lift and just shook his head – the pack were trying to show off for each other more than work out.

With mirrors everywhere, it was a rare thing for Chuck to bump into someone. When he took a step back he felt the warmth, and heard the surprise from the other as he caught himself before completely walking back into them.

“ – Hey, sorry,” He said with a smile. “Next time I’ll remember to use my mirrors and shoulder check before backing up.” 

Was there a cringe at his own word choice after he spoke? Maybe.

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Pat’s Pets wasn’t one of those retail chains that were paradise for pet owners so, whenever the owner got short handed, Gem helped out and worked the register. No animals needed saving today, apparnently, and no doggies needed little stupid looking sweaters. He’d seen maybe five people total. Villmond in general was kind of quiet but today things were a unique sort of dead. That epithet about an idle mind being the devil’s workshop occurred as a relevant anecdote because, eventually, Gem decided to drum up some fun of his own.

He took one of the little turtles that was on display and brought up on to the cashier’s counter. As it waddled across the flat surface, Gem put odds and ends in front of it, to block its path. Yeah, he was having a grand time watching the thing run obstacle courses beneath his amused blue eyes. He would’ve been pretty content with that for a while had it not occurred to him that he wasn’t alone.

He hadn’t noticed whenever this guy had walked in. Hopefully they hadn’t been standing there long. Gem had a bright, albiet embarassaed smile on his face, the little turtle now fruitlessly trying to make it past an eraser that was bigger than it.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry about that. What can I do for ya?”

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“Um…” He drew out the word thoughtfully.

Yeah, maybe it was a hard thing to describe because Gem was pretty sure everyone knew what a picnic was. And that begged the question of whether or not this kid had been living under a rock. Rather frankly, with his oversized clothes, he looked kind of like Oliver Twist. Or…maybe not…Gem hadn’t ever read the book. The Beta had an apple in his hand, which he impulsively began to toss up and down, up and down, still trying to find the words.

“Like, you take food and you eat it outside on a blanket, or whatever. ” He nodded, paused, then raised a finger as if something very important had dawned on him, “ Then, at the end, you gotta kiss whoever you went on the picnic with.”

Mostly true - save for that last part. But Gem said it with such a straight face he wondered if this stranger would even catch on. Orphan Annie vibes aside, he was cute and Gem was a cad.

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“Don’t worry about it, man.” Gem’s reply was cheerful and automatic.

And he was resigned for that little exchange to be the extent of their interaction. Gem had this stupid little grin on his face as he walked. He was in a decent enough mood and, more than anything, he was looking forward to getting home (he had a two hour nap with his name on it).  But then this unease set in and Gem realized something was off. He had a job now but he’d been around the block. Just by happen stance, his hand came to rest over his jacket pocket, where his wallet was supposed to be. Lo and behold it wasn’t there. Whoever that was was pretty good. 

Gem turned around, scanning the avenue. THe street wasn’t heavily populated and he saw the other wolf’s retreating raven form. Gem quickened his pace, catching up and seizing the omega’s slim wrist.

“Hate to be that guy.” Dry sarcasm, “ But run your pockets.”

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It was almost too easy in this town, the people were generally friendly and trusting to a little ‘lost tourist’. He’d already gotten two wallets today, taking the cash and dumping the rest. He was mentally calculating the score in his head when his eyes slid across his next potential target. 

Luciel put on his best little lost look, walking past the other wolf. His fingers were quick as they snagged the wallet, turning in a smooth move and stuffing it up into his own pocket. “Oh! Sorry about that!” 

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“ Probably not much of the dancing type scene but I’m pretty sure a couple weird kids from the Uni hold seances behind the library at night. Same thing, yeah?”

“So is there any kind of nightlife around here that doesn’t involve strippers? Nothing against strippers. I jus’ wanna dance.”

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Gem didn’t often stray this far out of town. Wolf blood be damned, the forest creeped him out. But it was only out of necessity that he was on the outskirts of Vollmond, a cage in his hand. Inside was a young raccoon he’d dislodged from someone’s chimney. As much as he wanted to keep it, there were probably enough wild animals in the little township. So, the blonde was on his way to release it. He’d really intended for it to be this quick thing but, the flash of a black tail and pointed ears caught his attention. Whether curious or stupid, Gem followed for a closer look. Then, the beast turned around and Gem couldn’t at all hide the disappointment on his face. “Eh, it’s just you.” By you he meant Drew, one of the alphas in his pack and not an actual wolf or dog, “ The hell are you doing stalking around out here?”

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Drew was returning from hunting, blood at his muzzle. It was good ground around here, and as far as he could tell, scent marking was minimal, so he’d hunted where he pleased. Two rabbits and a deer later, he was content, howling to announce the carcass open for scavengers, including a small fox he’d scented following him. He’d padded back to town, large feet sound on the ice. He was a big wolf, even for an Alpha, four feet at the shoulder and thickset. He licked his muzzle as he walked, and paused, as he realised he was being watched, eyeing them, calm, for now, huffing in greeting.

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Headphones in, feet padding a steady canter into the pavement as he walked. Gem entered a state of flow whenever he commuted to places on foot. He loved the chance to retreat into his mind but, for the people around him, it usually meant there’d be a head-on collision at some point. So, it didn’t so much startle him when he ran into the other guy. Gem’s eyes had been straight-ahead but he wasn’t looking. The guy blinked, just then noticing the omega stooped down at his feet. “No, this one’s totally on me.”  Gem got down on his knees to help gather the foodstuffs that had fallen, “ Hope I didn’t ruin your picnic.” he teased.

It was a bad habit really– the urge to hoard whatever food he was given. He rarely finished anything before stashing the rest of it in his backpack. Granola bars, fruit snacks, fruit. When he had bumped into the person, his old backpack had fallen to the ground and the small Omega (with clothes that were too large for him) moved quickly, gathering up the food that had scattered about. “Sorry…” He whispered when the shadow had fallen over him.

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“ I’m gonna be honest with you,” Gem gave a frank little nod, removing a headphone from his ear, “ I didn’t hear a single word you just said to me. What did you want, again?”

“-Cuse me,” Cain called from his bike. “Ya’ mind directing me to Sunrise Auto Repair.” He asked looking go to nearest stranger. “Been lookin’ for it for the last fuckin’ hour.”