a person in need -vito-

[alexander munroe]

Alexander had been put off balance by the fact that Wulfric had discovered his hideaway in the forest. He would need to find somewhere new to hole up during the holidays, it looked like. Then again, there was a certain allure to staying where Wulf knew to find him but no. He had tried the more reputable places but no one was hiring someone that didn't have an actual address.

Ducking into the Brando's shop, his eyes fell across everything. Hmm, maybe they'd need some help? He'd even work for just food if they wanted. Wondering who there was to talk about that, he went in search of someone that looked authoritative.

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tag: @vito
note: set during the easter break

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Fine Sonia won. Vito admitted he needed more help. Especially in moments like this where he was taking a dragon’s heart apart. He carefully cut the heartstrings, the usable parts and put them in a cooling container. It was a messy job, he couldn’t go to something else quickly. He’d contaminate the other wand parts. Dio was busy keeping Miria in check. The last he could handle was a 5 year old running through the store.

The bell rang, meaning someone had entered. Vito left his small work place and went to the shop. He quickly cleaned his hands on a cloth but there were still plenty of dragon blood stains. He saw a boy of Dio’s age, possibly younger. “Can I help you, kid?” The shop owner asked.

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[alexander munroe]

The smell of blood reached his nose and Alexanders nose twitched slightly. It wasn't human though or even anything he could remember smelling. "I was just wondering if you needed any help around here? I'd do it for food," he offered earnestly. Really, he would be good so long as he had a solid source for food.

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Vito looked the kid over and narrowed his eyes. The obsessed wand maker wanted to say no. Another kid in his shop would only bring trouble. This boy didn’t seem to be in a good condition. Either his parents were poor or he didn’t live with any. Vito had a habit of taking in stray kids. Miria and Dio both came from unstable mothers, he’d taken his nephew and presumed daughter in. He couldn’t deny those sad eyes, he wasn’t cruel enough for that. He gave the boy a chance. “How old are you, kid? What’s your name and when can you work?” Working for food. If this boy worked properly, Vito could perhaps offer more than that now business was doing better.


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