Title: Reverence
Characters/Pairings: old Duo
Team: White Fang
Rating: G
Word Count: exactly 100
Prompt: #8, touch
Author's Notes: For Princess, because she said I could do it, and I did. ^^; (and E, because she made me join this thing!)
"Can I touch?"
He was fifty, and a liaison between the rebuilt Maxwell Orphanage and the street rats. Every day he'd travel through the worst sections of the colony, and come back with refugees. Duo was a millionaire, he didn't have to do it. He owned the entire colony, he could hire others to do grunt work. But the children...
Duo knelt, swinging his peppered braid over his shoulder and handing it to tiny, filthy hands. The boy petted it with reverence.
"Wow," he whispered. He touched the braid like it had been transplanted from Jesus' scalp.
"Yeah. S'great. C'mon."