ϟ 𝚉 𝙸 𝙶 𝙶 𝚈
{zak wolfe}
newbie I location; warehouse I mentions; fox I tags; jasper I w.c; 712
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{zak wolfe}
newbie I location; warehouse I mentions; fox I tags; jasper I w.c; 712
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- ziggy let out a bit of a laugh, listening to everything jasper was saying to him. "i'm always one for learning." he said in reply to jasper saying he'd let him know a poisonous plant from a safe one. ziggy was a big nature lover. must've been due to all of the times he'd set up camp in the clearings of any woods near wherever he was living at that time. he knew basics on plant life, he would never consider himself a green thumb that's for sure. things like hunting, shelters, fires.. things like that he was all set for in life. or at least that's what he had hoped. he survived this long, what's a few more years? "i could cook a mean steak on a good fire." he said, half dreamily.
when jasper spoke on ziggy's carving, a glint of happiness in his eye shimmered. zig took great pride in the things he created. carving wood was something of a passion of his growing up. he loved getting his hands dirty. even though he would cut himself on the dull knives every now and then, it still brought him joy. in his mind, gaining cuts and bruises was a way of showing that what he was doing was either going the right way, or a way of showing that he was learning the right way to do it. zig brought the knife back to the stick and began chipping away at it once more, listening to all the words that came from jasper after the brief moment of silence.
an orphanage. he thought to himself, thinking back to the foster system. orphanages never seemed to be an option for him. people saw what a troubled child he was and refused to take him in unless they received money in return. when jasper spoke about how he got around on the streets, ziggy was almost in awe. he didn't really have the brains to work for actual employers, the most he did was collection rounds for the gangs he was involved with. ziggy wasn't sure whether to be thankful for those guys or be angry with them. without them, he would be dead. or.. if he found the right people, maybe he'd be better off than he is now. it was always a hot and cold topic for him to think about. what he could be doing now if it weren't for his deadbeat, careless birth parents or the stupid kids who managed to convince him that their way of doing things was the right way. when jasper began to talk about the machine's he had experience with, ziggy's attention was swayed away from his own thoughts and instead lay locked on the other boy's hands. scars were scattered all over them. zig dropped the stick in his lap and brought his hands up, showing the other his own scars. the machines do bite back. the words echoed in zig's mind, and he laughed at the thought of jasper fighting a wild animal.
"bear's great," he said simply, "got a few screws loose in the logical thinking side of his brain but, at least he kinda knows what he's doin'." he said, giving jasper a small smile. after a couple awkward moments of silence, jasper finally spoke again. what did make me join? zig thought. he rubbed the back of his neck while thinking what his response would be. "well," he began with a sniff, "i was out one day, i won't tell you what i was up to you might faint. but uh, i walked through a market, and saw a boy near me getting in trouble for stealing. it was a lot, so i assumed he had other people. so, considering i had nothing to lose, i told him to run and i took the blame. security came, then cops and.. well i landed myself in a cell overnight," zig let out a chuckle as he remembered the events. "couple days later, that same boy saw me. introduced himself to me as fox. said he had a group of people just like me, and offered me a home." ziggy was looking down, chipping at the stick once again.
"he says we're even, but. i owe him my life."
