It had been a rough week for the jittery hoodlum. He'd gambled away all of his money and was itching for a fix. Given his rugged appearance, panhandling might be a successful moneymaking option for him, but people tended to overlook him as he was clearly unmotivated. He was young, he could still pick himself back up. If only he had the ambition.
"Hey," he said quickly, glancing around suspiciously towards the door and every corner of the room. "I've got some, uh, some things to turn in to ya. One Clockwork Choopa, uhh... One Clockwork Hollowheart, and- oh, one Candycorn Kitrell." He got a little more jittery and excited at the mention of the last one, since he knew that was the big moneymaker this month.
{Pets accepted}