Bolin gives a whine as she drags him outside, staring over his shoulder at the restaurant they've just left. Now neither of them have payed for the food on the table, and Bo can only hope to be able to explain what happened to the owner when he comes back. If he comes back.
Which is sad, because he really likes this place.
His own face is red with confusion, and by being called a child - especially after a minute ago, she seemed to think he was capable of something worth being paid to take him in for. So what had changed? "This chump has a name other than 'child,'" he complains to the chill in the air in the alley behind the restaurant, staring around them at steaming grates and the exhaust of a nearby laundromat.
He doesn't seem to have a complaint about the idea of helping the woman find who she's searching for, though. "It's Bolin."
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Which is sad, because he really likes this place.
His own face is red with confusion, and by being called a child - especially after a minute ago, she seemed to think he was capable of something worth being paid to take him in for. So what had changed? "This chump has a name other than 'child,'" he complains to the chill in the air in the alley behind the restaurant, staring around them at steaming grates and the exhaust of a nearby laundromat.
He doesn't seem to have a complaint about the idea of helping the woman find who she's searching for, though. "It's Bolin."