[ He's bound to get caught. He sticks out like a sore thumb. He's an adult male with no kid by his side. But that's not truly the kicker. It's the way Curtis carries himself. He doesn't fit in and he knows it. He's never fit in. He's a shoe in a sea full of hats. He understands that. But still despite knowing he'd get caught he doesn't actually know what to do when it happens.
Curtis tenses up hard. His eyes fill with panic and for half a second he just stares at Rogue. Trying to decide what he's supposed to do here. He can't run. Too many people. He doesn't want to be hostile. She's just doing her job. There's no reason to be angry. ]
Um. [ He looks down and then up. ] I don't. I don't have any money. I'm sorry.
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Curtis tenses up hard. His eyes fill with panic and for half a second he just stares at Rogue. Trying to decide what he's supposed to do here. He can't run. Too many people. He doesn't want to be hostile. She's just doing her job. There's no reason to be angry. ]
Um. [ He looks down and then up. ] I don't. I don't have any money. I'm sorry.