Snippet #2719221

His words hung in the air for several moments. Moments which to Matthew as dazed, and confused by the whole situation as he was seemed like an eternity. And an unpleasant one at that as the boy couldn't look away from the man's ugly glare. The man simply stood there slurping from his flask. The glare and the smell was enough to illicit Matthew's own glare. Well more like a half glare, half confused stare but that didn't matter. Clearly this bum was an unruly sort who always had a problem with something, and everything.

The man continued to answer most of Matt's questions rather rudely and the boy could almost feel his opinion of this stranger dropping like a boulder off a cliff every time he opened his mouth, it wasn't until the man mentioned his inevitable death in a worryingly unconcerned tone

"Wait Wait Wait! Did you say die? I'm too young to die! I've gotta get that..... thing back. Ugh but I have no idea where I'm going, how to get there, or anything! Damn what the heck am i going to do?"That was it. Any semblance of not freaking out were gone. Dying was not a pleasant prospect, and dying in some strange unfamiliar place like The Dreaming seemed even worse.

He barely paid any more attentio to the other man, at least until the drunk asked about money. Finally something he could work with! If there was one thing Matthew knew how to do it was to spend money to get what he needs.

"Money? Sure do. I'm um kinda loaded. Help me out a little bit and i can keep you drunk for weeks! So what do you say huh? Want to help me out a little bit or not?"