Not quite a Dickens story

[minitreiver]

Eliot slipped between the stalls. It'd be a lot easier to grab an apple or something from somewhere than to steal a wallet without getting caught. Especially with all the people around. He reached between two women for the smallest fruit he could see.

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[knowntohisfriends]

"The only one worth havin'" Dodger replied, glancing around them. He was always keeping one eye on the people who passed them and if you look closely it was like his pockets were getting ... bulkier?

[minitreiver]

"It's a little... odd for a name," Eliot couldn't resist pointing out. He certainly didn't miss the other boy's growing pockets. He couldn't help but expect someone else would notice, too. "Maybe we should go somewhere else?"

[knowntohisfriends]

"We're goin' somewhere else," the Dodger pointed out, gesturing to their walking feet. "An' the only name worth havin' is the one you make for yerself."

[minitreiver]

Eliot nodded warily. They were but it seemed a bit slow and he had no idea where they were actually going. "Ain't it better to have a name that don't stand out?"

[knowntohisfriends]

And there's a stare of not being able to understand what's just been said