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[lostandfinder]

If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.

Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt. ⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅

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... FOUR DAYS LATER

[lostandfinder]

Chivy liked it here. He had spent his night outside, enjoying the fact that the weather was just right and the skies were clear. This was also one of the wonderful cities with a well-used and functional lost and found system. It wasn't so good for keeping himself funded, but it meant he didn't have to worry too much about getting accused of taking things, unless he wasn't careful and kept seeing the same clerk. He'd already returned a ridiculous amount of jewelry and watches, a good number of portable phones, and three music players. He didn't make a habit of picking up phones — there was too much of a chance that the person looking for it would remember the right area and there wasn't much chance he would be able to sell it if he didn't find who it belonged to.

In any case, he was currently walking along a pier, ice cream cone in hand, and loving life. He had enough money to last him another day, and he'd left his things in a tree back near where he'd slept, so he was just walking and imagining what it would be like if he could just stay here, like this, instead of inevitably leaving for somewhere that wasn't so perfect.