From his angle, Cecil was pretty sure the man was a few inches shorter than the first, which put him at around six foot. His leaf-green eyes were ordinary enough, but, damn, the guy had a fucking mohawk that probably added about three inches to his height—a purple mohawk…a purple mohawk the shade of a damn highlighter. It had to be a spell. No one had hair that bright, even in the Second Realm.
Purple Mohawk had on white boots, black jeans—that most likely came with the holes—and a black shirt with long white sleeves that looked like mummy wrappings.
The man was also wearing at least fiverings on each hand, but oddly enough, no necklaces, and only one bracelet.
Well, it was more like two bracelets that had been turned into one. It consisted of two leather bands held together by silver metal loops. There was about a half an inch gap between them.
Besides all that, Purple Mohawk also had a middle lip piercing, a pierced right eyebrow, and multiple piercings along each ear. The man probably didn't understand the meaning of clean cut. Cecil couldn't even picture the two men walking down the street together. Which was a bit judgmental of him, but Gods, they were so different. It wouldn't have been so shocking if the two weren’t now standing next to each other.
“Oh, my Gods! Boss, he thinks you're a gangster,” Purple Mohawk laughed.
“It appears so,” the other man muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Cecil’s face started to heat, so he glared at the two for making him feel embarrassed. “What am I doing here?”
Mohawk ignored his question and continued to laugh. “Wait until the guys hear about this. They are going to laugh their as?—”
“Benji…” Suit said sternly, without even looking back at the other man.
While Benji’s eyes were twinkling, he didn’t say another word. Obviously, Suit was someone with authority. The question was, what kind of authority? At least, Cecil knew one of their names now.
“You fainted due to your injuries,” Suit said. “The healers had to perform emergency surgery. It was foolish ofyou to not seek help sooner. You needlessly put your life in danger.”
Cecil jerked his head at the scolding tone. “Excuse me? What I do with my life is none of your business!” he snapped defensively. Cecil had tried to put strength behind his words, but they had still sounded weak.
The man chuckled. “Considering you were trying to steal from me, I think I have some right to interfere with your actions.”
Well, damn, what the hell was he supposed to say to that? Now that he thought about it, Cecil was surprised the man had even bothered taking him to the hospital—he did try to rob him. Most would have just left him there…or dragged his unconscious ass to the closest Zaytari post. Or the main office—there was one pretty close. Cecil probably should be a bit more grateful. And he would be, as long as the man didn't expect him to pay for all this.
“Thank you,” he grumbled begrudgingly.
The young man’s ‘thank you’ had been so insincere that Sin found himself smothering a laugh. “You are welcome, little one,” he beamed.
The arcadian’s eyes narrowed at his smile, and he started to say something—most likely flippant—but appeared at the last moment to be distracted by something outside the window.
“Is something wrong?” Sin asked.
“What time is it?”
Pulling his sleeve back to look at his watch, Sin hummed, “Six p.m., why?”
“S-six p.m.? What day is it?” the young man croaked out weakly.
“Ah. You have been out for a while. The healers kept you under to allow your body to heal. They discovered your?—”
“Fuck, I need to get out of here.”
Sin blanched. “Language, young man,” he admonished.
“What… Who the hell cares about that right now? I need to get out of here… My stuff…” The man trailed off and began to look at him suspiciously. “You can't keep me here.”
“You are safe…” Sin paused, hoping for a name.
The boy’s eyes narrowed to mere slits. “Cecil.”
Sin was not too surprised that the man hadn’t provided a last name. While Sin was positive Cecil had only stolen for survival, he was still a thief. It was a crime, although minor considering the circumstances.
He saw no wrong in giving leniency to those who deserved it. Thankfully, most, if not all, of the other Zaytari leaders shared his sentiments.
