"Ollliivah, I'm hungry..."
A little blonde boy with a bandage adorning his right eye, and a little bird upon his little sailor hat was slowly walking. His eyes darted around, and his heart beat rapidly as he spied a lone fruit peddler and his cart. He approached it and blinked, before opening his mouth and humming, before singing some words. The man handed him a large watermelon, and the boy fled quickly, gripping it in his small hands.
"I got some watermelon, Hya..."
The young female, twelve, same age as the boy turned, her face rather thin, but happy to see the boy nonetheless. "Watermelon?! Oli how..? I'm not even that good at stealing!" she cocked her head to one side and skipped up to the boy, taking the large lucious fruit out of his hands, "Let's take it to Petey, ja?!" she asked excitedly, throwing in a word of German for good measure. Rather, for pleasure.
"Petey! Oliver got some fruit!"
The pair of twelve year old approached a tall, lanky, menacing looking nineteen year old who was nursing a smaller child of 8 on his knee. He looked up and smiled, grinning, even. "Nice," he spoke, silently shooing the small child off his lap and taking the fruit. The male took out a rusty knife and doggedly cut the watermelong up into two dozen pieces, and called out, making a group of dozens of kids come and he passed out the pieces, before throwing the girl and boy the two largest pieces.
"C'mon!~"
The two kids ran off with the succulent fruit in their mouth to a shady area, where they sat under the tree and ate, the juice from the fruit running and flowing everywhere.
