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"What's the matter?" Mako's voice cut through Bolin's day-dreaming haze, his slightly glazed over eyes suddenly lit up again, focusing around towards his older brother. "You're usually the one who digs in before lunch is even on the table. What's the matter?"
Bolin's green eyes met Mako's golden ones, then he glanced down at his meal. Egg rolls and steamed rice, his favourite meal of all time sat in front of him, beckoning him to eat with that delicious smell wafting off. Unfortunately, despite not having breakfast this morning, Bolin just couldn't find his appetite. Instead, he leant his cheek on his palm, staring down at his plate with a pout playing across his lips.
"Are you going to ignore me, or should I just start guessing?" The older Brother asked with an underlying tone of amusement. Bolin shook his head, answering both questions with the gesture.
"Then what's the problem?" Mako sounded just a little bit annoyed now. Bolin finally answered with a defeated sigh.
Two Years LaterThe rain fell from the sky in sheets, and the small boy huddled in his coat as he sped down the road as fast as he could. The back of his tattered coat was pulled up over his head, and his red scarf fluttered in the gales that whistled around him. His black hair, sopping wet, fell into his eyes. They were amber, and wide with fear. He clutched the parcel to his chest as if he'd lose it if he let even an inch come between them. It wasn't as efficient for running, but he'd keep it safe and dry.
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He'd already had too many close calls with the Triple Threat Triad to risk losing it; they knew who he was. He was the ten-year-old urchin who was constantly pickpocketing them. Tonight, they'd nearly seen him as he crouched under the overhang in front of their headquarters, nearly noticed when a few things were missing from a table. A glove, two dumplings, a knife. It was all he'd been able to manage.
He wished he were bigger, he wished his parents hadn't died, he wished