While faunus were incapable of hibernation, and he wished he was far more than most, the Winter hunger pangs of a faunus much too lazy to get any real job resonated throughout his stomach. He bellowed out a deep yawn, claws emerging from his split fingertips as he stretched his arms before himself. He was quite warmly bundled; wearing a heavy green cotton jumper, the regular blue scarf he hid his weapons and dust beneath, as well as thick grey baggy cotton bottoms and steel capped hiking boots. Atop his head was his usual peculiar orange turban-like-hat, hair sticking out of it in places.
He didn't particularly care for his appearance, as evident by his clothing choice and poorly shaven face. Fortunately however, being the short man that he was, Richard was not destined to draw much attention from the surrounding patrons, vendors nor the much too loud carolers. Keeping a single claw extended, he scratched behind his ear.
The streets were lined with winter stalls, fair lights and other decorations of red and green garbed the town. Snow was falling on the cold Winter night, cracked moon visible through a crack in the cloud cover... honestly, Richard thought it was as though the whole island was making too much effort to be festive. It was tiring to think of the work that had gone into it all. The people, the sky and the temperature.
He shivered, walking passed a nigh frozen fountain, his breaths visible in the air. The water fixtures dripping rather than jetting water in their usual style. His stomach let out a growl, he let out a grumble. He delved his right hand deep into his pocket, the left out he wandered toward a stall. He would have been impressed by it, could he not help think of the effort which had went into setting it up. It was stacked high with cakes and sweet foods of all types, baking even one must have been a pain... but if they could churn out food so quickly they'd hardly miss some stolen Stollen.
He wandered toward a far corner of the stall, with his left he reached toward the middle of the display; raising what looked to be a small Christmas pudding in thick purple plastic wrapping. He made sure the owner was busy dealing with a patron. With his right in his pocket however he drew a claw, cutting a small hole through his trousers. He had recently slightly sharpened his claws, primarily for combat and climbing, but they did have some additional utility usage.
He gave the pudding a sniff, the strong sent of alcohol and berries filled his nose, with his right he pricked through the packaging of a small bread-like treat; hooking it. He pretended to deeply analyse the foodstuff, all the while lightly tugging at the item he was trying to steal; fortunately he found there was nothing atop it. He pretended to grimace at the price, reaching to place the foodstuff down-
"Hello Hello," A voice echoed from the other-side of the stall. Richard froze, he had been so concern with acting out his ruse that he hadn't kept his eye on the clerk and the genuine patron. Their transaction had completed! "Looking for any-sweet-thing in particular?"
Richard almost froze, moving his claw now could mean drawing this man's eye. He couldn't even tell whether or not the hole in the packaging was noticeable, thus drawing the man's gaze away momentarily may not even work.
He couldn't let himself flinch, he raised the pudding quickly and directly into the man's line of sight. Betting on the speed and ferocity of the movement to catch him off-guard. He quickly retracted his claw. "Yeah, I was thinking about buying this but I checked my pocket and turns out I've got no money." He pulled his hand our the right pocket so as to put emphasis on this point... as well as to reduce the man's chances of noticing.
"Oh, well you can just take it. It's getting late, I doubt I'll be able to move it. Call it a gift," The man smiled.
Richard's brow furrowed, his face reddened. Ultimately however, he wasn't so overly prideful not to take charity. Especially while he was hungry. He shrugged, grumbled a thank you, and turned away from the stall Making his way back deeper into the city. He wasn't one for giving generosity, those who gave it were suckers ripe to be abused by the likes of him.
Still though, through frowning he couldn't help but feel some inkling of gratefulness... much as it pained him to do so. He couldn't help but feel something smaller, sharper, much deeper down and much more potently. He was going to steal from a sucker who was just giving away food.
He dropped down onto a snow covered bench, the food in hand. He unwrapped it and went for a bite... but let out a low growl, leaning back to look at the clouded sky above. Pudding like this was meant to be eaten warm, he told himself specifically to avoid those feelings. He opened his eyes at the sound of birds, crows. Course it was late, they had come to scavenge what had been dropped. Birds didn't hibernate, some migrated sure, but sleeping birds were rare.
He sighed, tearing off a piece of the pudding. He threw in crumbs to them... they greedily began to feast. Theirs was a philosophy he wished he could accept, eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. With every day away from his home he found he was growing softer. His mentor had once joked he'd eventually end up dating, probably settle and marry rather than live the life he had expected to. Gyro himself had expected the opposite, to settle and marry fast, yet he was out there hunting for his living.
Richard's face grew redder still, angrily feeding cold charity pudding to the crows late at night in this fancy town... what the hell was he even doing. He wished he was hibernating, rather than being seen like this.
He didn't particularly care for his appearance, as evident by his clothing choice and poorly shaven face. Fortunately however, being the short man that he was, Richard was not destined to draw much attention from the surrounding patrons, vendors nor the much too loud carolers. Keeping a single claw extended, he scratched behind his ear.
The streets were lined with winter stalls, fair lights and other decorations of red and green garbed the town. Snow was falling on the cold Winter night, cracked moon visible through a crack in the cloud cover... honestly, Richard thought it was as though the whole island was making too much effort to be festive. It was tiring to think of the work that had gone into it all. The people, the sky and the temperature.
He shivered, walking passed a nigh frozen fountain, his breaths visible in the air. The water fixtures dripping rather than jetting water in their usual style. His stomach let out a growl, he let out a grumble. He delved his right hand deep into his pocket, the left out he wandered toward a stall. He would have been impressed by it, could he not help think of the effort which had went into setting it up. It was stacked high with cakes and sweet foods of all types, baking even one must have been a pain... but if they could churn out food so quickly they'd hardly miss some stolen Stollen.
He wandered toward a far corner of the stall, with his left he reached toward the middle of the display; raising what looked to be a small Christmas pudding in thick purple plastic wrapping. He made sure the owner was busy dealing with a patron. With his right in his pocket however he drew a claw, cutting a small hole through his trousers. He had recently slightly sharpened his claws, primarily for combat and climbing, but they did have some additional utility usage.
He gave the pudding a sniff, the strong sent of alcohol and berries filled his nose, with his right he pricked through the packaging of a small bread-like treat; hooking it. He pretended to deeply analyse the foodstuff, all the while lightly tugging at the item he was trying to steal; fortunately he found there was nothing atop it. He pretended to grimace at the price, reaching to place the foodstuff down-
"Hello Hello," A voice echoed from the other-side of the stall. Richard froze, he had been so concern with acting out his ruse that he hadn't kept his eye on the clerk and the genuine patron. Their transaction had completed! "Looking for any-sweet-thing in particular?"
Richard almost froze, moving his claw now could mean drawing this man's eye. He couldn't even tell whether or not the hole in the packaging was noticeable, thus drawing the man's gaze away momentarily may not even work.
He couldn't let himself flinch, he raised the pudding quickly and directly into the man's line of sight. Betting on the speed and ferocity of the movement to catch him off-guard. He quickly retracted his claw. "Yeah, I was thinking about buying this but I checked my pocket and turns out I've got no money." He pulled his hand our the right pocket so as to put emphasis on this point... as well as to reduce the man's chances of noticing.
"Oh, well you can just take it. It's getting late, I doubt I'll be able to move it. Call it a gift," The man smiled.
Richard's brow furrowed, his face reddened. Ultimately however, he wasn't so overly prideful not to take charity. Especially while he was hungry. He shrugged, grumbled a thank you, and turned away from the stall Making his way back deeper into the city. He wasn't one for giving generosity, those who gave it were suckers ripe to be abused by the likes of him.
Still though, through frowning he couldn't help but feel some inkling of gratefulness... much as it pained him to do so. He couldn't help but feel something smaller, sharper, much deeper down and much more potently. He was going to steal from a sucker who was just giving away food.
He dropped down onto a snow covered bench, the food in hand. He unwrapped it and went for a bite... but let out a low growl, leaning back to look at the clouded sky above. Pudding like this was meant to be eaten warm, he told himself specifically to avoid those feelings. He opened his eyes at the sound of birds, crows. Course it was late, they had come to scavenge what had been dropped. Birds didn't hibernate, some migrated sure, but sleeping birds were rare.
He sighed, tearing off a piece of the pudding. He threw in crumbs to them... they greedily began to feast. Theirs was a philosophy he wished he could accept, eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. With every day away from his home he found he was growing softer. His mentor had once joked he'd eventually end up dating, probably settle and marry rather than live the life he had expected to. Gyro himself had expected the opposite, to settle and marry fast, yet he was out there hunting for his living.
Richard's face grew redder still, angrily feeding cold charity pudding to the crows late at night in this fancy town... what the hell was he even doing. He wished he was hibernating, rather than being seen like this.