"[b]Alright. Back when I was your age, I learned to keep a coin handy on my persons, in the event that my own sister lost her patience with me that particular day. I'd either use one of the adults I was in good terms with, or I would pay an adult.[/b]" [i]The man turned and walked a bit away, setting the groceries below a canopy, out of the rain. Approaching Miles, he continued his explanation.[/i] "[b]The key was to find someone new each time, and to maintain a reputation of trouble-making outside of it. Lastly, it depends on not a small amount of trust.[/b]" [i]He moved to the door quickly, pounding on it with his left fist, the right hand grabbing Miles by his collar. The man gave the lad a wink before opening his mouth in a bellow.[/i] "[b]THIS [i]IS[/i] THE PLACE, YES?! EXCUSE ME, IS ANYONE HOME?! I SWEAR, KID, IF YOU'RE PULLING SOME TRICK, YOU'LL SEE THE INSIDE OF A JAIL CELL FASTER THAN YOU CAN SAY 'UMBRELLA'![/b]"