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[knowntohisfriends]

The Dodger knew most of the good fences in London, and a few of the bad ones an' all. He knew when to try to flog an item himself, when to pass it on, and when someone was clearly trying to sell him something they'd nick previously. It was a handy skill, especially when you wanted to annoy someone at one of the markets. Mostly he didn't care, because why should he, but occasionally he would have a nosy.

Today was one of those days he felt like he might stick his nose in. Depended on what happened, really

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[knowntohisfriends]

"You mean loot. Selling what you stole for money ain't wages, it's loot." There's a look of annoyance on his face, clearly not enjoying having to explain this to - what he assumes is - yet another newcomer to the thieving game.

"An' again: bugger off. Ain't my money, an' I ain't goin' back without it."

[melancolique]

"Does it matter for the word you use?" Eponine throws her hands up, completely impatient. "You lost me my loot, my wage, the phone, all of it, you little creature. I need the money, for there are people I must pay. What am I to tell them? A child has lost me the money for it opened it's mouth in stupidity? NO!"

She goes to push Dodger's shoulders. "Twenty pounds. Now."

[knowntohisfriends]

"No, you tell 'em you lost the money 'cause you didn't think the wipe the phone because tryin' to give it to a fence," the Dodger replied. "Minute he got into that and saw it filled with it, you would have been gettin' nothin'. Fence's gotta keep 'emselves safe, you get that?"

He steps away. "So no, you ain't gettin' nothin' off me. You want money, you need to go learn how to actually thieve." He shook his head. "Insult to hose of us what have been learned in the arts."

[melancolique]

Eponine scowls. "I have been thieving longer than you can think on," she mutters. She's never bothered to wipe phones she's stolen before: the dealer has always done that. Never once has it been an issue until this smart-mouthed child came along.

She backs off though, folding her arms around her skinny middle. "I should watch it. There are them what are more dangerous than I, boy. It is their money you have lost, and they might come after you for it."

After they have beaten Eponine and denied her her fix until she's come up with another way to pay the debt she owes already. Eponine already knows how that will end, but it doesn't mean that she has to like it.

"Your cockiness will get you killed, you know. It got -" Her voice catches. It got Gavroche. All that time ago, and the memory of him still makes her regret his death. "You should keep people like me onside, boy. Women like me, we bring trouble when we are wronged."

[knowntohisfriends]

"An' they'll need to deal with the people what this money belongs to," the Dodger replies with a tilt of his head. Oh dear, it's one of these days, isn't it? Fagin sure knew how to pick his ... outside brokers was the phrase he was using these days.

"Got someone like you on side. An' they'll box me ears if I don't keep things straight."

[melancolique]

"Well, p'raps I should box your ears now?" Eponine threatens. Perhaps Dodge should be worried? She's a lot stronger than she looks.

She closes in again on Dodger. "Look - it is worth fifty. Give me fifty and thieve the rest. I need it now. I don't have time for more thieving right now."

[knowntohisfriends]

"Better people th'n you have been doin' that fer too long." He would be worried, honestly he would, but he grew up with Fagin and Sikes. Threats are just a thing that happen to him, and pain is also just a thing that happens to him. The Dodger's life, what even is it?

"It ain't worth shit if it ain't wiped, an' what makes you think I got the time to go lifting?"