chofi | I was writing a fanfic?

Right, so I have this little thing on FF.net right now, and at the moment, I'm sort of second-guessing myself.

So, I'd like to post up bits of this work in progress here, and see what the masses say. Lord knows that no one's going to read them where I store my drabbles. At least this way I get to post up a few more things while I await money for a scanner.

(insert some stuff on Amy's shock of Raphael's announcement of protectorship)

"Where are you going?

Amy tossed the copper into the air and caught it. "It's useless for me to save it. I'm getting food."

Going to the baker's was going into another world. No one she knew made their rounds in this part of the city. Everyone here was so round and soft-looking. Their stomachs weren't their enemies. They didn't have to fight birds for food. If worse came to worse, though, Amy could tear one apart. She was harder than these doughy, cared-for children.

The shop was warm from the ovens, and the smell of bread made her stomach growl louder than before. The copper seared her palm. She strode up to the counter, as casually as she could muster. Yes, she'd been here before. She cam here every day, as a matter of fact. It was only because the baker and his children were slow-witted that they didn't know her name by now.

The boy at the counter wasn't convinced. Worse yet, he knew she was only a ragpicker who'd had a stroke of luck. He scowled. "What do you want?"

Amy scowled back. "Two penny loaves." You little whoreson dough-boy.

He sighed and threw the loaved on the counter. There were easily the smallest and hardest loaves in the shop, perhaps in the whole of France. "Well? The money?"

Amy steeled herself. Marin had taught her what to do, and he was smart. It had to be done well, or she'd get nothing except a beating. She searched her sleeves and shawl, and dropped the copper that was still in her hand. "Give me a moment to find the other."

Now here was where it all came together. Amy continued looking, looking ever more frantic. She bit her lip and willed the tears to come. They had been stored away until needed, and that was now. The boy's face softened a bit. Good, it was working. Continue it. "Just... give me more time," she said softly. She let out a small sob for good measure.

(Insert how the con went, and Amy going back to Raphael. In other words, a hell of a lot.)

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