Helping a friend (Twitch/open)

[Twich]

Twich let her place the clothes in his hands. He stared at them for a moment. they were very nice as far as he knew. He left the room to change. He didn't know much, but he did know enough to know not to change clothes in front or a girl.


Twich was confused, he didn't really understand why this good samaritan cared so much about him, and why she had done all this.
she had treated him like a person, had givin him a place to stay, and even some clean clothes to borrow. He figured she must be an angel.


He came out in the fresh clothes and grined. He had never been happier. "Wow, t-t-thanks s-s-so much!" he stuttered. He stoped for a moment and the grin faded away. "I-I-I havent caused y-y-you a-a-any trouble have I?" he asked.

[Twich]

He couldn't believe it, had she actually called him her friend? He though about what she had said "If you were causin' me any trouble, do ya think you would be here right now?" he guessed she was right.


"Y-y-yeah, I sure am!" he said with a smile. Twich was not quick to do hardly anything, but he never passed up an opportunity that involved food.

[Twich]

((Yeah, thats good))

Twich entered the lodging house with Starsage after what had been one of the best nights of his entire life. He had eaten more than ever before, and for the first time he could remember, he was actually full.


"Thank, t-t-that was great, r-r-really g-g-great." he looked her over, there was something spacial about her. his whole life, everyone had hated him, he didn't know why, they just did. She was the first person that had really, honestly teated him like a human being, and he really, really enjoyed that.

[Twich]

Twich nodded and made his way to the desk. A lady smiled and handed him a clip-bord with some papers to fill out. Twich stared at them for a moment and bit his lip. he couldn't read, or write anything but his name. He made a guess and painstakingly wrote the name on a line and hoped it was the right one.


He shook his head and crossed the room to Starsage. "Uhhh, I-I-I, uhh, d-d-don't know how, t-t-too, uhh.." He was embarrassed and felt his checks turning red.

[Twich]

He grined sheepishly and took at seat. "M-m-my n-n-name has o-o-one t, not two." he corrected her pointing to where she was written "Twitch" instead of Twich.

He looked around nervously picking at his pants. He lit a ciggrette to steady his hands, it always did. "Oh, i-i-is t-t-that ok, I didn't mean to, umm.." he stuttered and wrinkled his eyebrows, not sure if somkeing was ok.

((Ah, sorry, this is probaly spelled all wrong, spell check is not working, and im the worst speller in the World!!))

[Twich]

Twich looked at his feet. "Sellin' p-p-partner?" he asked. "I-I-I gota go to work tomorrow." he really wanted to, but knew he never could.

Twich blinked back tears just thinking about going back. The hours were long and had, people were maimed, and even killed on the job, but it was ok, because nobody cared, no, not at all, they were just no good street rats. They were beggars, stealers, and cheaters and nothing more than that. Who cares if one of, 10 of them gets shredded in a machine, nobody, never.

[Twich]

Twich chewed the inside of his mouth untill it bled. "Well, a-a-alright, b-b-but olny one day." he figured he could tell Antony he was sick, and the get on his knees, and then beg him for forgivness. "b-b-but w-w-what if somebody sees me? T-then what?" he asked. His stomic lurched at the thought.



He looked up at her, stairing into her eyes took make suer she understood. "Ok, I'll do it, b-b-but o-o-olny for one day." he suuttered. "I'll b-b-be kinda weird, I m-m-mean, I've never missed a day since I was 5 years old ya know." he stood up and begain to cross the room to the lady to turn in the finshed papperwork along with the clip-bord

(( AHHHH, spell check still is not working!!! sorry, )).

[Twich]

((Ok, thats good!))