There really won't be much in the way of Stiles paying for anything, really. Raph's already got well wore Harley Davidson wallet out on the counter before Grace and Stiles reach him.
The thing about being born poor is that you're both stingy and loose with your money. You hoard it, and then you make wildly ridiculous luxury purchases with it when you get the chance because...you never know when you'll get that chance again.
It doesn't matter that Raph's been gainfully employed for the last ten years. Or that his wife owns her own business, or that he crashed in a Noble's house for a decade. In many ways he'll always been that poor kid who scrounged for spare change in the alleys and storm drains.
"Is this all together?" the cashier asks. Poor kid. He's probably not even supposed to be here today.
"Yeah." Beat. "This an' whatever you got on the rollers." Raph nods in the director of the heated display case.
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30/9/15 17:00 (UTC)The thing about being born poor is that you're both stingy and loose with your money. You hoard it, and then you make wildly ridiculous luxury purchases with it when you get the chance because...you never know when you'll get that chance again.
It doesn't matter that Raph's been gainfully employed for the last ten years. Or that his wife owns her own business, or that he crashed in a Noble's house for a decade. In many ways he'll always been that poor kid who scrounged for spare change in the alleys and storm drains.
"Is this all together?" the cashier asks. Poor kid. He's probably not even supposed to be here today.
"Yeah." Beat. "This an' whatever you got on the rollers." Raph nods in the director of the heated display case.
"All of it?"
"To go," he says, instead of yes.