.:Eli Levine:.
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Snapping his head up, he looked at the girl standing in front of him. She looked as though she might have some money, but not enough for what he really wanted. Then again, he'd seen people looking worse than her that were rich. You never really knew just by looking at someone, for all you knew they could just love to dress like a loser and have all the fanciest things at home. The main thought racing through his head, though, was should he accept? He could either accept her offer for food, and not be hungry, or he could just rob her. But then he'd have to run, and his body was screaming at him to stay put. No, he wouldn't rob her now, but maybe after she bought him some food. Eli could just play it as though he had no bad intentions, then take her money. After he had some food he'd probably be more up for the chance to run. His body was just to weak as of now.
Realising he was taking a while to reply, Eli smiled at her, "That would be so kind of you, I haven't eaten in a while," He ran his hand through his hair, surprisingly enough his hand was steady for now. It's like his body knew that if it played it cool, he might have a chance at some money, might have a chance at getting a fix. He smiled again, his blue eyes lighting up, "It's people like you that keep me from starving to death," He let out a light laugh, standing up so he didn't have to look up to see her face. Eli was much taller than her, almost a full foot.
He didn't want to intimidate her just yet, though, so he kept his face casual. He was pretty sure his ruffled vneck and dirty skinny jeans made him look less threatening, or possibly more. Some people looked at him with pity, others were frightened by his dirty clothes. He didn't know why, though, possibly because it gave out a sign that he needed money and would do anything to get it.
Which wasn't particularly true, he'd rob you, pick-pocket you, snatch a purse every now and then, even a slap or a punch, but he wasn't up for murder. That was the only thing he couldn't bring himself to do, killing somebody was a whole other level. He was violent, yes, but not that much so. Not to mention he was only violent to people who did him wrong, not just for fun.