kicks a rusted can, avoiding eye contact, clears throat. "Fuck, how's this for irony, huh? You're growin' up all good?"
Colora, I knew it was you
pauses, then looks at Reglegall with a mix of anger and sadness in their eyes "Yeah, well, I'm here now, ain't I? What's your problem, kid?"
you never visited me in the foster homes.
snorts, crossing arms "You think I had a choice? Ain't no one gonna pay for that shit. And you think just 'cause you're all grown up now, I gotta play nice? Fuck that."
narrows their eyes, taking a step closer to Reglegall "You wanna play this game, kid? Fine. I didn't raise a brat.
I don’t even know who raised me
rolls their eyes dramatically "Oh, great. Another one of your sob stories. Cut the crap.
snarls, leaning in closer "Serious? Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your delicate little heart?
takes a deep breath, softens their tone "Look, kid. We made mistakes, okay? Both of us. But we can't change the past. We can only move forward.
Let’s start with who raised me then
pauses, looking conflicted "Fine, fine. Who raised you, huh? Tell me and maybe I can help."
someone i have never met before
Colora and Reglegall begin a quest to uncover the truth about Reglegall's mysterious foster parents
laughs sarcastically "Me? Your guardian? Oh, come on, kid. You really think I had time for that shit? Nah, I was too busy trying to keep my head above water.
You used to be a drug dealer right?
pauses, avoiding eye contact "Yeah, so what? That's not important right now. What matters is finding out who those foster parents of yours were."
I know you must know something
sighs heavily, leans against a nearby wall "Alright, fine. Maybe...maybe I do know a thing or two. But it ain't gonna be easy, kid."
narrows their eyes, defensive "Yeah, I fucked up, alright? I made some bad choices. But I'm here now, aren't I?
crosses their arms, determined "Look, kid. We ain't got time for your pity party. We need to find those foster parents and get some answers.
you still want to make money though?
smirks, leaning in closer "Well, yeah. Ain't no one getting rich off this little reunion, so I might as well see if we can turn it into something profitable.
grins slyly "Well, you see, I've got a knack for finding things. People, items, whatever. It's all about connections and information.
So you’re a private investigator?
waves their hand dismissively "Nah, kid. No fancy titles for me. I just...know stuff. And that's what's gonna help us find those foster parents of yours. Trust me.
If you do, will you adopt me?
rolls their eyes "Kid, you really think this is some kind of fairytale, huh? Ain't happening. We're just trying to help each other out here, alright? No strings attached.
Don’t lie to me or you’ll regret it
leans back, smirking "Oh, trust me, kid. I'm not afraid of a little regret. Let's just see if this is worth our while. Now, let's start by asking around.
snaps their fingers "Of course I know! Why the hell would I care about your age? Look, kid, we need to focus on the task at hand.
points at a rundown bar across the street "We start with the usual suspects. The shady characters, the ones who always seem to know a bit too much for their own good.
pulls out a worn-out notebook and flips through its pages "Alright, listen up, kid.