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Wind fluttered though Tazs striking white hair.
A laugh full of child like glee ripped itself out of Taz, he didn't have to look back to know that police officers were right behind him. He held random jewels tightly in his hand, more were stuffed in an old bag he had randomly found. The yells of the officers only caused him to grin as he sped up his speed.
He ran pass high buildings and tall lamps, his thoughts consisting of "I wonder what Gill is making for dinner" and "Why are called buildings when they are already built?"
He had no clue where he was going, nor what he was going to do with the jewels he stole, the only thought he had when he saw the sparkling things laying under the clean glass case was "Huh... I should see what happens if I stole those." And he indeed found out what happens when you steal thousands worth of jewelry.
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"How was I supposed to know that I would get arrested for stealing them?"
Taz could feel, Gills deathly glare targeted at his back as he skipped along ahead, "I don't know, maybe because it's, ummm let's say... against the law?"
Taz bit back his laugh, knowing it would just make Gill even more upset with him, "Whoopsies, I forgot that law wasn't a figment of my wonderfully creative imagination"
All he gained back in response from his big brother was a harsh shove in the shoulder, Taz let out a overdramatic gasp, "YOU DOTH WOUND ME MY DEAR BROTHER I SHALL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS PAIN"
Gills middle finger made an appearing, causing Taz to tackle him with a laugh.
After the laughter had died down, and they had almost made it to the dump that they call a home, Gill finally decided to speak,
"Do you know how fucking lucky you are that they allowed you out? and that the store owners decided not to press charges? Do you how much worse this could be? God, did you even think through what the fuck you were doing"
Taz refused to look at his brother, instead he chose the sidewalk that he was walking on, it has spiderwebbed cracks through out it, random spots of blood, some that probably belonged to himself, and a whole fucking lot of trash.
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