Faust shifted in his seat awkwardly, the pain in his groin still bothering him. He didn't appreciate being dragged through town by the ear, but this older blonde woman didn't give him much of a choice. One thing was for sure, there was no way he'd have the guts to show his face around town after the scene he had made.
He couldn’t believe he had let himself fall into this situation, being scolded like a little child by a woman he didn’t even know. She lectured them about the trouble they had caused, but being someone who relied on thievery just to survive, he had gotten used to putting his conscience to the side. However, he somehow found himself bothered by the woman’s words. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but something about the way she sternly looked and spoke to them caused some strange feelings to stir within him. He found himself slightly cowering in his seat, and looking across the table, he could see the younger girl doing the same.
Eventually, the older woman’s lecture ended, and he continued to stare down at the worn wooden table in silence. Since it seemed like he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, Faust took a moment to observe his surroundings. He didn't see anything too remarkable, but then again, he didn't expect much from an orphanage. Faust had to admit, though, this place was definitely a step up in comparison to the dank basement he had been squatting in. Other than a few cupboards and some cracks on the walls, there wasn't really much to look at, and eventually his gaze fell back on his captors.
Faust had hoped to keep quiet, but sitting silently in this unfamiliar place was bugging him. "Hey, kid...." He started to say. "Listen, I'm-..... I'm sorry"
He once again started shifting awkwardly in his seat, but now it was no longer from pain. The art of apologies was unknown to Faust. “It really wasn’t anything personal. Just trying to make a living, you know?”
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