Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

He was distracted. Right? That smoking business and his hair HAD to have obscured his vision to an extent. And, if he had a cigarette, thing. Then he had to have matches.

Gavroche refused to believe he wasn't returning to France, and when he did. He was going to want matches.

So... just. A few. More. Inches.

You can do this Gamin. You know you can...

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

As if Spike didn't spend 90% of his time with a cigarette jutting from his mouth. Including some times when he was sleeping. Anybody else, it might have worked, but Spike had a bit of a disposition for the pickpocketing business. Kids, as a whole, were pretty dumb with it. Terrible poker faces. They relied way too much on bumping into the person they intended to pick from, and it was just allover very obvious.

He didn't have matches, but he DID have his lighter. His only lighter. His only source of FLAME. So it was a bit important. Gavroche's hand got itself in and nearly out before Spikes was wrapping around his wrist, without even looking down just yet. A few sprinkles of ash fell from his cigarette, a smirk at the corners of his lips as he peered down. "Not half-bad. Little more slick with the approach and you might've gotten me."

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

And just like that Gavroche put on the best 'innocent' face he could muster, after all, it wasn't like this was Javert, who knew his faces, this was a new person. Someone who had 'popped' in. So. Maybe? Just maybe.

"I don't know what you mean sir?" As if he just didn't have anything in his hand.
He's innocent. See?

Look at that face.

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

Only Spike wasn't born yesterday, so though he was still smirking, there was a kind of warning look he got in his eyes, rather amused, regardless. "I wasn't born yesterday. Look, you gotta be more nonchalant. A little less watching your guy, so he can't catch you looking out of the corner of your eye. You have to watch him WITHOUT watching him. Light on your fingers, though, nice. AND you've got the young thing going for you." He let go of Gavroche's hand, and gave him an a-okay symbol. "Good try."

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

He took a step back. This gamin was not trusting the green afro man. Not even a little. Not even if he didn't actually know what an afro was.

"Is that all you have to say sir?" He was waiting for the landing blow.

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

"Sort of." Spike dug around in his own jacket, extracting a piece of... rather stale bread and peering at it intently. "Why do you have bread in your pocket?"

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

Gavroche jumped forward to snatch it back. "That is MINE!" His bread! His last little bit of Paris! He remembered getting it even. Enjonras gave it to him just before the canons fired. He kept it in his pocket to be safe and now...

It was his.

"You're going to ruin it!"

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

Spike, being at LEAST a good foot taller than Gavroche, easily held it out of his reach, quick, studying it and squinting his eyes. "Ruin it?" he offered in return, eyebrows raising. "It's kinda moldy. You weren't gonna eat this, were you? We that worse for wear around these parts?"

He was grinning goodnaturedly, not quite catching onto how upset it was making Gavroche - or not caring, he wasn't sure - and puffing at his cigarette. "What flavor?"

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

Gavroche snatched it back, using a handkerchief he stole from somewhere to wrap it back, tucking it in one of his pockets. "No sir, they feed us. This is mine."

He did not like, nor trust this new man, not even a little. "It's all I have of Patria."

"...especially since it's gone."

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he let you have that. Jerkface. He threaded his fingers together, behind his head, leaning back against them and peering down at Gavroche over the end of his nose. "I'd have proven my point with something else if you had anything better. I mean, I thought maybe a pen or something, but bread. That's not something you get often."

Patria? Spike didn't know what was going on, but the smile was gone a bit, eyebrow raised instead, at Gavroche's tone. "Huh. Never thought a piece of bread would mean something. Cool."

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

"I have my hat, my pistol, and my bread. Inspector Javert says everything else is gone." Even if he didn't trust the traitor. Not that much anyway. Why hadn't someone else from home shown up? Other people knew each other. And here was, stuck with Javert.

"It doesn't mean something" He instructed, using the best adult tone the eleven year old could muster, "It's just mine"

[bestgaujo-ever.livejournal.com]

Spike wasn't entirely sure why he emphasized that word so much, Inspector. Maybe authority meant something to the kid. It sure as hell didn't to Spike. "Maybe it ain't on this ship, kid, but it's gotta exist somewhere," he commented, lightly, fingers tapping idly into his hair. "You have a pistol? Good shot?"

Ah. Yes. Of course. Convincing as THAT was. Spike's mouth slowly curved back into a bit of that smile, wry again. "'Course it doesn't. My bad. Didn't mean to offend."