Emery very rarely thought on which occupation he enjoyed more, being a swindler or cleaning off dishes for people that rarely tipped well enough. Today, however, was one of the days in which he was glad he wasn’t out on the street doing one of the many activities he so easily pulled off to score other people’s earned money. It was just…easier sometimes, to not pretend to be some confident kid.
Easier to just sort of blend into the background. And, of course, when you were only a busboy in a place like Rudy’s Diner it was fairly easy to blend in. Anyone who had a problem sought out the servers, they generally left the kid with the plastic bucket alone when they even bothered to acknowledge his presence.
Save for when it was a certain individual. Emery didn’t so much as glance over at said girl as he continued wiping down the tables. He knew she wouldn’t stop speaking, and she would know this was just his behavior. “You met a ninja?” He asked neutrally then, before he did feel the need to look over and raise an eyebrow. “You probably just met some crazy dressed up like one right?” Because hey, he might not have been the most worldly kid but ninjas didn’t just walk around Axis City…or anywhere for that matter.