Salvador took a deep breath. He stood in Château Vieillemont. You know, in the hallway with the many stuffed animals and the mounted animal heads. You'd expect Salvador to be at least a bit used too the sight of those dead animals, but he was not. Far from. Still, his desire for art (uho) won from his common sense. "My pah told me that you drew his camel, and it looked really really good, he hanged the portrait in his home," Salvador said in óne breath. His voice accelerated by his nerves. Turns out Roswell's influence, somehow, actually, worked. Who would have guessed!?
"I've seen it," Salvador said. "The drawing I mean," he added quick. "And..." he paused, the word hanging in between them like a thick blanket of awkwardness for the longest time, "it's really good so," Salvador swallowed. Then pressed the noses of his shoes in the mansion's stone-floor. "I... Grabbed my savings and," Salvador held up his small wallet, with an even smaller smile on his face. "And.. Well I wondered, if you wanted to draw my pet as well.." He said. "I..I can pay you! I got 25 duiten, and a handfull of kronen. I'm not sure how much that's worth here but," Salvador said. Still as hastily as before. By the nearest table Salvador turned the moneybag upside down. Emptying his year worth of savings right then and there. 25 duiten, as he'd promised and 10 kronen. Too put it in perspective, 5 duiten was enough for a trainticket back too Drakenburg. You could buy nice polished ice-skates for 10. A mustache comb, clean and hygiene set (including lard) for another 10.
Imagine all the fun Salvador was missing out on buying this commission with his last savings!
Salvador took a step back. Allowing Lacie to obsereve his meager pile of coins. "I, uh.. Its a goat. My pet, I.. Took her with me, she's.. In the courtyard actually," Salvador said. Smiling blundly. "Oh I tied her to a pole, so she can't eat your garden.. I promise," Salvador said. A frown crept on the smaller thief's face. He hád tied her down..Right?
"Your beautiful garden.Geit, as she's called, would have a field day if I hadn't tied her down. Eating all those rare plants," Salvador said. Before forcing himself to shut up. "But she's definitely tied down. And not eating any plants. As we speak... Want to go outside and meet her?" Salvador asked. As he put his hands deep into his pockets.
"She's very sweet, and probably the best model you had.. Beside Gustav of course. He's a born modeling-talent."
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Fuck yeah Salvador finally got SOAP
Salvador kicked a small stone in the courtyard. His hands deep in his pockets as his mind raced. Unimportant things, about how to steal and which train he wanted to spot next. It wasn't raining (for once!) but still the thread of drizzle hang int he air. It played on the youth's longs. Giving his breathing, that formed small clouds, a soft squeaking noise.
Salvador was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear the dark figure sliding down. When someone called out too him, he almost dropped dead. Right there. Right then. With one hand pressed on his chest, Salvador turned on his heels. Wide eyed he stared Nessy. This other blond stranger.
" That's me.." he said. They call me Salvador though. Mister Wapenburg was my dad." Salvador added in a mutter."Oh," he said. Then a smile appeared on his face."Oh!" he added. Then nodded. "That's great."
Carefully Salvador took over the bag. His fingers rubbing the soft fabric. "Wow, this is great," Salvador muttered. Every soap that was packed like this was worth at least some gold right? Impatiently Salvador opened the bag. Taking one of the soaps in his hand. The soaps known too Salvador, were the once made of fat. A dull color of yellow, with no scent. These, well these were different! The type of soap rich people would use. The idea of leaving a thief leaving a flower-smelling trail hadn't dawned on Salvador yet. But it will... When he got chased down the entire city after a soap bath or two.
"I will," he said. With that beaming smile of his. "Thank you mister-" now the relational that Salvador never asked the other's name, and now.. It was too late. Or at least in Salvador's mind. "Mister."