Warnings: implied injury (blood)
Little useless things
"-twenty two, twenty three, twenty four..."
The fight was over, bounty check taking its' place in a bloodstained silence. From her place by now broken window, Monet watched little black haired girl carefully count the coins. Gold shone just like shards of broken glass that littered the floor. Still, the clink of metal was lost in crunch of biscuits being consumed by Sugar sitting on Monet's left. Bolts of material were stacked against the wall on the far side. Some were ruined by accidental bloodspatters. A pity. They could have fetched quite good price for them yet.
Donquxiote Family never wasted an opportunity to make money.
The girl by money box was still counting, stacking the coins in neat, shiny rows.
"Just drop it." Sugar chewed on her biscuits. Their mission was officially over. The tailor that made mistake of borrowing -and failing to pay back- money from the Family already clicked away, following his new path of life.
"-thirty one..."
"Hey." Sugar frowned at girl's back. She was still wearing the dressing gown the dressmaker let her try on, now getting more and more covered in crumbs. "I said, let's go. It's boring here."
"No harm in checking this place up, is there?" Monet glanced at the rows of shelves and wardrobes on her side. Taking a clue, Sugar grumbled but gulped down the last of her snack before coming closer to the carved doors. She tugged at the closest handle, revealing rows of rich looking clothes. Monet watched.
She remembered dreaming of such clothes long, long ago, before fear of starving and slum's survival wiped away childlish fantasies. Rows of clean, warm looking outfits made her smile at memory. Selling one such dress could have gotten them food for at least a month back then.
Sugar was working through the rail. She was taking some of the clothes out, pulling off the hangers and throwing onto the nearby chair. The seat itself was ruined, marred by bullets.
Monet felt herself smirk at the memory of bullets passing harmlessly through her body. 'It would be a shame for such renowned dressmaker's talents to go wasted', was all Young Master said. A quick and easy job indeed - never mind the guy turned out to be completely nuts, mad with fear of incoming debt collectors.
Cheating their way into the shop was fun, but watching man's horror on realisation of threat even better. Yes, this was her dream now, not the foolish old one with warm food and clean home of peaceful vegetation. Her life of begging and crawling in the dirt was over.
"Monet, hey!" she blinked back to here and now and saw Sugar waving at her with a small, black and white cloth in her hand. She felt her eyebrows rise when Sugar ran to her and unfolded a laced headpiece, taken straight from the maid's costume Sugar has thrown aside before. "Check it out! Cute, isn't it?"
"You don't want your cape anymore?" The furry cloak was a 'welcome' gift from Jora.
Sugar scowled. "Not for me, dummy! You should do something with that hair of yours."
Oh. Monet took the headband, feeling soft fabric and inspecting it close. Simple, cute and elegant.
And useless.
The black haired girl -Baby 5, was it?- startled as the headband was tossed at her, landing on her head.
"It's yours," said Monet. A cute little thing for a cute little girl. She gathered the coins back into the box, hoisting it up and turning to leave. The other girls followed her at once. "I'll take the gold to Young Master. Senor Pink will come here later to take other goods." She will make sure he writes off the headband from the stock.
"You did well today."