[Riesig] Incendiary [Past]

[Riesig]

He held his hand out awkwardly for a few moments longer than he should have. When he realized that it wasn't going to be shaken, he shrugged and let it fall. He took no care that she ignored the social cue, because he didn't much care about them himself. He chuckled at her response. He leaned in a bit closer and whispered, "You know, we can still shiv him." He leaned back and laughed lightly again. "But seriously, the deeper you get into the town the more you see people stop caring as they get busier. And if you're looking for a job, it's not that hard. Heck I'm sure if you yelled loud enough someone here would give you something to do. But this stuff doesn't usually pay more than what you need." He seemed to suddenly realize that his hair was still flaming, mostly because he saw a glint of it in her eyes. He extinguished it so it set back to his natural hair. "What kind of work do you want to do? Maybe we could go find a job. Someone always needs something done. I've even got some friends that might want some work...if I can still find her..." A smarter person wouldn't offer to work with a stranger on the street. But Riesig was not a smarter person.