Disorderly Unconduct [Amandus]

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Weird topic. Dirt, it is everywhere. It doesn't only come from sand, it is just a mix of water and any type of soil really. But sand and water doesn't really make dirt. Just wet sand, oh well. Amandus couldn't keep his mind on that for too long, he was trying to have a conversation with someone, who for some reason the peacekeepers wanted to keep in there. Or at least that's how it seemed on his end. He wanted to continue and hopefully help her out of there, or at least lighten the load of time.

He was working on an idea for a topic when she asked the peacekeeper for the time. Twenty minutes still? Well that just made him curious for how long has she been there? Oh well, sooner or later he would be able to find out, if she would want to be his friend. Lately he hasn't had much to talk about with having a slow winter go by. He hoped it would end soon so he could swim again. He missed it so much, it felt better in water.

"Yeah, I'll help out." Amandus answered, it always kind of weird to itch someone. Especially someone he had no idea who they were, but for some reason he thought she was familiar. He reached out his hand and scratched behind her ear. "Please don't be like a dog for me scratching your ear." He said, teasingly.

Running through his head, he tried to remember seeing her face before. Maybe it had happened after he ripped his jeans. Probably before. Who knows, there are a lot of people in the world, he is probably just mistaking her for someone else.

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Amandus laughed. Finally someone had a good sense of humor in this district. He had been trying to makes joke like those for awhile, but people tended to be pretty slow with his jokes, or maybe he just didn't set them up well enough like he had at this moment. The way he looked at him made him feel helpful. Her bangs looked good on her. Amandus listened to her name, sounded familiar. Probably wasn't and he was just imagining it.

"My name is Amandus. Nice to meet you Astor, I would offer to shake your hand, but. It may be kind of difficult." He smirked with that remark. Knowing it was kind of low, he hoped to relieve it a little with the smile. Maybe giving her a sense of security? Hopefully he could do that for her since he doesn't know much.

His clothes were pretty normal. Average people would probably say. Some blue jeans with some fixed up holes, regular shoes. Nothing fancy for them, at least he didn't think they were fancy. He was wearing a black sweatshirt. Nothing really special in that either. But he was wearing his necklace that let people know more of who he is as a person, wearing his family 'crest'.

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The charm?

It took a second for Amandus to realize what she meant. His family crest on his necklace. He hadn't been asked about it for a while. He hadn't even noticed that it was out of his shirt. He had to think of a way to explain it. His family was...one that isn't very known, so it is kind of weird that they made their own crest. Maybe he should make up a lie...No, lying to a complete stranger won't do any good. Where to start...

"Well, my grandparents made this crest. They gave it to their kids and then my parents gave it to me. It is to recognize our family, since we don't tend to have a big family at the moment, we are hoping to have a bigger one and see more of these crests around. Right now, there are only about eight people with them." Amandus said, not giving the story his best description.

While looking at her, he tried to think of anything that he could do to help her. He hated the stocks, to him they were one of the most humiliating places possible. There wasn't much time left for her in it though, so that wasn't too bad. He still wanted some way to help though. Maybe the only way for him to help at the moment was to keep her company. That isn't to bad, guess he can do that for now.

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Amandus smiled as she shook his hand. He found it amusing that she had shook his hand as soon as she had gotten out. She wasn't the normal person that he knew. She was someone more interesting then he was used to, should he get to know her? That was to late to ask. He was already trying to anyway.

"So, Astor. Would you want to go get something to eat? Being in the stocks must make someone want to grab some food. Or maybe being teased with food takes your hunger away." He said, a little bit of a dry humor. Ouch, that was a bad choice of his to try to make such a stupid joke. Especially at bad timing.

He tried to make it feel better. Hopefully he could change in his head and be better with how he is talking. That is all he could hope for.