Squirming in a seat, still trying to collect the correct words before spewing a mess out of his mouth. Fernando would take advantage of the silence, picking up a pair of scissors with a disgruntled sigh. "I just can't be a legend without them... Those golden scissors, every big time designer uses them, and yet here I am, but a hoax of what I could be." While their was obviously some ploy in the works here, Ephraim was able to sense the sadness behind his words, and so questioned the man. "I-is that so...? Are they really that difficult to get..?" Immediately Fernando dropped the scissors and swiftly approached the seated boy. "Oh you wouldn't believe it! I've been trying to get my hands in those holes since I was but an infant in this business. However~ Word going around is their's gonna be a merchant arriving in town shortly with that very pair of scissors. As you probably know I am a busy man, I can't just leave the comfort of my shop, and since you proved to be surprisingly capable, would you do me the honors of procuring them for me, why I would do absolutely anything for them." The desperation surrounding his entire being was very alarming, Ephraim sat back as far as he could in the chair, uncertain of how to handle it. Yet in the end, the only thing he could think to do was to agree to someone, pleading so much for his assistance.
"Being needed truly is a nice... But very tiresome duty." A sentence that echoed through his head, now leaving the boutique with some knowledge as to best get them before anyone else. "Alright.. So I should try to go there right away, and somehow manage to, t-talk my way into allowing the man into letting me buy them with Fernando's money. Some would probably say easier said than done in this moment, but nothing about this seemed easy for me." Mapping a plan out in his head, unfortunately that often came with some self doubt from the worrisome boy.
- Speed:
As he continued to rack his brain while heading in the direction of the marketplace, suddenly on the other side of the street, Ephraim's eyes lock with another man, also carrying a hefty pouch, a similar look of determination in his eyes. Once he took notice of the boy opposite to him, their was a brief exchange of glances, their eyes meeting as they moved to their pouches, and then the other's. The man's stepped hastened, Ephraim was quick to follow, trying his best to keep a neck and neck position. Yet every-time the timid boy caught back up, the man floored the gear even faster, continuing until it was a full out sprint. The desperation in Fernando's eyes filled Ephraim with the drive to push on, not stopping until the market was in sight, pushing himself even harder at that point.
Trying his best to keep a good pace as his eyes frantically scanned the area for the seller, not even paying attention to his other competitor. Because of that perhaps the other man would take advantage of the situation. Getting slightly ahead of Ephraim and quickly placing his foot in front of the boy, being the start of an unfortunate set of events. Barely having enough time to even notice that his body had fallen off balance, doing his best to tuck his shoulder as to not fall square on his face. The spill was anything but pretty, doing numerous rolls as scratches against the pavement could be heard with a sickening thud.