Chung
"Yakaiyo..."
*God this poor woman... What had this world done to her...? He sighs, letting her hand go and glancing around. Ignoring all the murderous insanity, she was right, there wasn't really anywhere for them to go...*

*The elf thinks for a moment... Only three solutions popping into his mind. One, sneak into or silently murder their way through an Inn. Make a camp somewhere else for the night. Or find some randoms house and take it for the night, leave them in the basement or something... None of these were good idea's though... Dammit, why did she have to do all this?*

*He sighs, looking back to the trenton.*
"I know you wont stop killing... But at least take care of yourself... You're broken, and i don't know how to fix this, i don't think anyone can... Just try not to break yourself anymore, alright?"
Teresa
Idk where this is even going lmao
Carolyn
"Take care of myself? Horace, if I died right here, my only regret would be not killing enough. Not enough to avenge them. This world has tormented me enough; I feel it no longer."

*The treton almost gracefully strolls out of the alleyway, looking back and forth to possibly find a spot to take cover.*

"You should know how to pick locks right? You're a thief and all. There's several shops here that are locked."
Chung
"Really...?"
*He sighs, watching as she strolls away, speaking her deranged words. It seemed she didn't even care for herself, and the elf wasn't getting though to her... Then again, who said he even should.*

*It was at this point Horace faced three options of what to do from here. 1, the easiest answer, just straight up leave. 2, enable her rampage and help her like this... Though it puts a bounty on him as well if anyone ever found out. And the 3rd option... Horace didn't want to, but it was another solution. End the trenton himself, with his own hands...*

*He remains silent, resting in the alleyway and looking at Yakaiyo. Debating the pros and con's of everything he'd thought of.*
"I do... Well, no rest for the wicked is there..."
Carolyn
"We can hide for the night in this shop. I can't pick locks, so you'll have to if you want."

*Horace can see Yakaiyo leaning down and inspecting a metal lock. Way too loud to break any part of the wooden door, which might alert others.*

"You know how they say 'fight till you drop?' Well, I just don't drop."

*Yakaiyo hadn't even thought of the possibility of Horace backstabbing her. To her, he was trustworthy. Which was odd, considering he was a criminal... But he was in no way malicious. She had finally found another companion, one that wasn't as vulnerable to the law as Pyetra was. She really should check up on her soon...*
Chung
"Hm..."
*Horace would continue to only stand there and think for awhile. Though soon, the chill of the rain catches up to him and suddenly helping seems the easier choice.*

*The elf sighs lightly, walking over as Yakaiyo continues to talk. He places a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down as well.*
"Good to know i guess... Move over, let me have a look..."

*Assuming the trenton does shift aside, Horace kneels before the door. He inspects the lock for a moment before smiling lightly.*
"Easy... Give me a second. Oh... You don't mind if i raid the store by the way, do you?"

*The elf says, reaching under his cloak and to his waist. He digs around for something before pulling out a small case. Opening it and revealing several tools, most incredibly worn and seemingly like they'd break at any moment.*
Carolyn
*The serial killer does indeed shift aside, letting the thief work on his craft.*

"Oh, please do. Loot anything and everything, if you want."

*The treton blinks as Horace places a hand on her shoulder, then smiles. Someone she could trust. Converse with.*

"Sure those tools won't break?"
Chung
"Heh... Well, not really... I've had these for awhile, i imagine they wont last much longer. Though when it does break, i'll be screwed in the moment eh?"

*Horace says, beginning to work the lock and soon undoing it. He tosses the metal to the side, clanging against the stone floor. He begins to put away his tools before silently opening the door.*
"Wonder what's in here anyways..."
Teresa
I forgot for a solid minute if silent still existed or not

But Horace doesn't even have it for some reason
Carolyn
*Entering the door would reveal a __lot__ of various trinkets and supplies. Most of which were completely useless to the two.*

*Yakaiyo kneels down, looking through the loot. She ends up finding what seems like another set of lock picking tools. Quite interesting for a merchant to have.*

"Hey Horace, might want this to replace the old one."

*With both hands, she hands him the small package.*
Chung
*Horace would enter the building, looking around with a small smile on his face. It'd been awhile since he took the time to rob a store like this. Too busy with the Sugar gang and such lately... Though, as he looks around, his smile turns to a look of disappointment.*
"It's all junk... Well then..."

*The elf sighs, not exactly happy with their choice of business, but it was whatever. As long as he was out of the rain... The elf would undress a bit, taking off his shoes, socks a cloak. Seemingly the more wet parts of his wardrobe. Gotta let them dry before he catches cold.*

*As he does however, Yakaiyo calls him. The elf turns to her with a slightly confused look before glancing at her hand. He pauses for a moment before smiling.*
"Oh! Thanks... Guess it's goodluck we came here after all huh?" 

*He says, reaching over and gently taking it from her hands. He examines it for a moment, his smile growing.*
"Thank you... Really. Now... Let's see if we can get some use out of this. Im sure theres some chest around here with this place's earnings..."
Carolyn
"Indeed it is."

*The treton's soaked robes didn't seem to bother her. After all, she __was__ a treton. Yakaiyo would simply look for a more comfortable place to rest; she had no desire for money or goods.*

"I just want you to know Horace. It doesn't matter if I die. I'm not the woman I was long ago; she's gone. All that's left is vengeance and hate. But I do appreciate you caring."

*The killer rips off several sheets of fabric, layering them to create a large, makeshift mattress.*

"We can sleep here for the night."