myownface | An Abandoned Warehouse, Thursday Morning

Sparkle wasn't usually the sort to play the Good Samaritan card or anything. Hell, he'd be the first person out there to vehemently deny that he ever did. But he'd gotten a note with his radio stuff today that had worried him more than a little, about a little kid who was sleeping in the freaking warehouses, and if he was going to be getting notes about this, with squirrels expecting to tell the population of the island that some little kid was totally sleeping alone in a place that was easy to break into, he couldn't just ignore that.

Fucking island.

So he'd taken it upon himself to check out the situation, his backpack slung over his shoulder with a spare winter coat in it that he'd grabbed from the kids section at Demon Marcus, and a bag of takeout from Moobyland crammed in there along with. And, stuffed down the front of his shirt and peering out from under his shirt collar, his secret weapon, Velcro. Because kids liked kitties, right?

It hadn't taken him long at all to find little footprints in the snow, or where the boards had been kind of jimmied free. Took him even less time to pry a couple more free and set the cat loose inside, first.

Because kitty.

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"If you had monsters here, I wouldn't need handouts," she said rather sulkily.

Amelia couldn't kill most of the monsters in Midgar, though she was very good at running away. But she was even better at scavenging for the things they left behind.

In Midgar, and Edge, she managed okay.

"Yeah, can't win 'em all." Sparkle smirked faintly. "We have monsters from time to time. Not sure how that helps you out, though."

For some reason, they only occasionally dropped useful items.

"Mosters at home drop things," she said superiorly. "Money and items that you can use or sell."

Amelia drooped a little.

"That made it easier."

Oooh. Yeah. Sparkle gave a little not.

"Never had anything quite like that," he admitted, frowning a little. "There was a place to bring in cans and bottles, though, that would give you money for them. Never a lot, but if you went digging around in garbage cans and things on a Saturday morning, there were usually enough beer cans to buy a warm lunch, that always kind of kicked ass."

He wrinkled his nose again.

"They don't even have that here."

She finished her burger and scowled at the ground.

"How are people supposed to get food, then?"

"Most people around here are old enough to go to the high school," Sparkle sighed. "They get fed there. Otherwise they have jobs... I think you're a little young for most employers. This place sucks for that."

He pursed his lips, thinking it over.

"I know you don't want more charity, and I don't blame you," he noted, "but like I said, they feed me, there. It's not like they'll miss some extra food. I can just, like, pack food up to bring to you until we figure out something better for you. It's, like, literally nobody's food. They'd probably be throwing a lot of it out anyway."

Amelia tried to figure out if he was lying.

"They'd just throw it out?"

"I know, right? Drives me nuts when people waste food. But, like, if it doesn't get eaten and it sits around until it spoils then that's where it goes, like, straight into the trash, and maybe they shouldn't have made so damn much in the first place. Restaurants do it, too. Like, this perfectly good food and then all it's good for is feeding the rats."

Hadn't stopped Sparkle from having a scrounge through the trash once or twice growing up. He wasn't hugely keen on repeating the experience.

"I suppose," she allowed, once she'd gotten over her horror at the idea of all that food going to waste just like that, "that if it's going to go to waste anyway that I'm okay with accepting some from you."

So gracious, Amelia was.

She dropped her eyes to Velcro. "If that's okay?"

Velcro, being the good kitty that he was, looked up at Amelia and purred. See? Everything was good, tiny human!

"Yeah, I don't mind at all," Sparkle replied. "I'll grab some extra food tomorrow at breakfast and bring it here for you. I gotta work through the day, but if I bring enough, you can ration that out, too, until I come back with whatever the cafeteria made for supper, right?"

She was a smart kid. She'd made it this long, after all.

"You'll be coming here an awful lot," she observed, thinking that she'd need to create more ways to get in and out of the warehouse if he was. "I'll be okay, even if you can't make it every day."

"I know you will," Sparkle replied with a wry little smile. "I'm out and about like all the time anyway, so it's, like, not like it's a stretch or anything."

He drummed his fingers against his ankles.

"Probably should figure out other places to meet, to, so I'm not leading people right to your front door or anything."

An Abandoned Warehouse, Thursday Morning

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