Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden was real well known around these parts. He'd made a name for himself as a bored student from out South, and with Father Amos' money funding the lie, he'd been accepted real easily. It meant he didn't have to lie hard about where he lived or what he was doing, at least out this way, and the bored elite were plenty willing to overlook inconsistencies when someone new and pretty joined their circle of already-predictable playthings. But the whole mess of them, they all thought of Burden as the harmless and bored boys of their other associations, and no one looked real close at the blond with the drawl. And, Burden, he figured Damian knew he, Burden, was hear to drum up monetary support, but he wasn't sure if the other boy knew about the thieving yet.
"Thank you kindly," Burden offered, a crooked smile and a real respectful inclination of his head to the boy in the mirror. He glanced at Damian's clothing again, pale gaze skidding along velvet from neck to heel. "It's daring," he said of Damian's clothing, and he walked forward the few steps required to turn the sink tap on. He idly ran his hands beneath the water, soaped, rinsed, all while watching Damian in the glass. "You know these folks? See, they'll see you, all dolled up in red and velvet, and that'll make you real interesting to their bored appetites. If they find out who you are, then they'll be even more interested, seeing as you come with a real big bank account." He said that last bit in a lascivious way that wasn't in any way suited for a man planning on taking holy orders. "I didn't go inside," he added truthfully of the music store, plain as plain could be and no point pretending otherwise.