Lyulf Bullies Laurel

[18:57] Lyulf Yayle asks, "Hey, what happened to you? Get in a fight with a set of stairs?"
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "Did that little shi-"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn exclaims, "Actually... yeah!"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn exclaims, "I tripped!"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn exclaims, "It HURT!"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn exclaims, "And then a bunch of guys came along and mugged me!"
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle asks, "So, you've already been fleeced huh?"
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "Welcome to the big city, I suggest not looking like your from the sticks."
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn asks, "From the 'sticks'?"
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle asks, "Woods, you know... Country?"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn exclaims, "Oh, but I am!"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn exclaims, "I'm a farmer!"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn says, "Or trying to be..."
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "No shit."
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle asks, "Alright Bumpkin' did you file a report on the mugging?"
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn says, "Nah. Just a group of kids y'know... not gonna make a big deal out of it."
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn says, "I get mugged all the time."
[18:57] Lyulf cerulean hues flicked up and down over Laurel.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "I can tell."
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn says, "Hey-..."
[18:57] Laurel Gilmyn asks, "What's that mean?"
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "You know what it means."
[18:57] The rather tall youth took a step forwards; casually wrapping an arm about Laurels shoulder as he brought his other hand to pat the boys chest. His head shaking side to side as an exasperated sigh left his lips. "You look like a wimp Bumpkin' but todays your lucky day." Mainly because they'd already been robbed of all their possessions.

"Because, I'm going to teach you how to 'not' get mugged daily." As he spoke he'd wave a hand towards the rest of Achyon. Almost in a 'look upon my kingdom' kind of attitude. "You're not in the sticks anymore; this is the clock-work city! You've got to learn how to walk the walk and talk the talk." He then smirked, pulled the youth along as he started walking off across the city. Clearly having just co-opted the youth into their normal schemes!
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Laurel's eyes widen somewhat as the taller youth raps an arm around his shoulders, clearly not a fan of personal space! But for as uncomfortable as the gesture made him, the farmer made no attempt to break away.

For the moment.

"I'm not-... a wimp..." He replies sheepishly.

And then his eyes light up in surprise. "Oh-oh... I'm not from around here... I live in the country, I was just... visiting I guess? Checking this place out,"

"I don't think I'd fit in,"

He was certainly not cog material.
(Laurel Gilmyn)
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[18:57] "test"
(Laurel Gilmyn)
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[18:57] Lyulf chuckled as he stopped pushing the youth along; instead just bringing his hand up and down onto the boys back. Giving a few rough slaps in a comrade-like fashion of course.

"Of course you don't fit in bumpkin'! Look at you? You scream, beat me up and take my coin." In fact he screamed it so much that'd been the first thing Lyulf had been tempted to do and he wasn't even a Docro or one of their goons.

"Don't worry though, I do fit in and I can help with that. All you've got to do is put in the effort." As he spoke his hands slid into his pockets. Walking out in front of the youth again. Returning their personal space! Not that the boy seemed to care to much about it.

City living did strange things to you.

"I'm Lyulf, now if you want me to shift from bumpkin and wimp? Let's hear a name." Turning back to the boy Lyulf's grin flashed!
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] The farmer barely had any meat upon his bones, and no muscles to be seen. So-much-so that even the slaps on his back were enough to almost topple him.

Almost.

"Do I really-... scream that...?" He asks, feeling a little self-conscious in that moment.

Almost shyly did he bring his fingers together, twiddling them about as if he didn't know what else to do in that moment.

"Well, I guess I'd like to stop getting mugged..."

It would certainly be nice. Being able to hold onto a bag of coins and not worry about losing it.

"I'm Laurel. Nice to meet you. I've gotta do my rounds first and report home, but I guess I wouldn't mind learning a thing or two later!"
(Laurel Gilmyn)
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[18:57] Lyulf was the boys opposites in a lot of respects it seemed! The youth was something of a brute; though they'd not said what they did for a living a casual glance would make one think it had something to do with hard menial labor.

One might also assume they were some kind of street thug. With a click of his tongue the youth nodded. "Tsk, like a crier." He'd never met another boy that screamed 'MARK' quite as loudly as Laurel. That Cerulean gaze seemed to watch Laurel judgingly though they'd been doing that from the start so it was perhaps just the boys natural expression.

"Laurel... Man, even your name sounds wimpy." Lyulf sighed as a hand came to rub the back of his neck. What kind of parents named their son Laurel? "I'ma just call you Lars." Then with a shift the boy started to stride, or perhaps strut would be a better descriptor, down the street. His right hand rose in a wave over his head. "Catch you around."

That was that! Now he needed to go find something to do himself for a few hours.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Laurel thought he had a nice name. And other people seemed to like it so he'd never really questioned it before. But now he just felt even more self-conscious.

With cheeks a rosey-red and eyes watering somewhat, he kind of just wanted to go home and cry. No wonder he oft got mugged!

"O-Okay..." He sniffles.

He raises a timid hand and offers a wave as they depart. "See you later, Lyulf," Though with that, he wipes at his eyes and returns to doing his rounds!
(Laurel Gilmyn)