[He leans his head against hers affectionately, soaking up the attention like a sponge. They can both look dumb with their blueberry kisses, sure, especially if she keeps stroking his leg like that.]
You don't need to do anything, you do what you want. But, yeah, if you join the crew, it's best if you contribute somehow, just 'cause it all goes back to everyone anyway. You keep a cut, you pay a cut, the percentage depends on what you're up to. But it's how we keep everyone fed an' sheltered if they don't have that, an' how we keep bikes fueled an' throw parties an' fund operations. Nobody's there to get rich, that goes against our oaths, so you don't have to worry about it being some kinda scheme where the money all goes to the top.
[That's a hilarious mental image, though. His brothers, they're just human, of course they'd love the opportunity to live like kings. But they're not that kind of person who'd profit off everyone else's work, and obviously neither is the Ender, who taught them all how little wealth and power really even matter.
He chuckles, picturing Alex driving some fucking million dollar race car, then tentatively sips at the coffee. It doesn't taste great, but it's caffeine and it doesn't burn him, so he has another, larger drink, then offers that to Chrissy.]
Since you're not eighteen an' I guess since you don't legally exist anyway, you can kinda do whatever you're up for. We always need couriers, who can run stuff back an' forth between dealers an' the stashes, an' all that takes is knowing the city, which you'll learn. But it seems to me, you're pretty damn good at theft, an' you enjoy it, right? Nothin' wrong with hitting places for cash, or stuff to resell. I was thinkin', if we could get one of us hired at a pawn shop, that'd be an easy way to flip jewelry.
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You don't need to do anything, you do what you want. But, yeah, if you join the crew, it's best if you contribute somehow, just 'cause it all goes back to everyone anyway. You keep a cut, you pay a cut, the percentage depends on what you're up to. But it's how we keep everyone fed an' sheltered if they don't have that, an' how we keep bikes fueled an' throw parties an' fund operations. Nobody's there to get rich, that goes against our oaths, so you don't have to worry about it being some kinda scheme where the money all goes to the top.
[That's a hilarious mental image, though. His brothers, they're just human, of course they'd love the opportunity to live like kings. But they're not that kind of person who'd profit off everyone else's work, and obviously neither is the Ender, who taught them all how little wealth and power really even matter.
He chuckles, picturing Alex driving some fucking million dollar race car, then tentatively sips at the coffee. It doesn't taste great, but it's caffeine and it doesn't burn him, so he has another, larger drink, then offers that to Chrissy.]
Since you're not eighteen an' I guess since you don't legally exist anyway, you can kinda do whatever you're up for. We always need couriers, who can run stuff back an' forth between dealers an' the stashes, an' all that takes is knowing the city, which you'll learn. But it seems to me, you're pretty damn good at theft, an' you enjoy it, right? Nothin' wrong with hitting places for cash, or stuff to resell. I was thinkin', if we could get one of us hired at a pawn shop, that'd be an easy way to flip jewelry.