he's down on his luck / he's down on his knees (scrooge x poe)

[nevermore_a_duck]

 This hadn't been the best plan, but for Poe De Spell, it was the only plan he had. He'd lost track of how long it'd been since that fateful day he ran away in the middle of the night, in a desperate escape to get away from his parent's clutches. The arranged marriage had been the straw that broke the camel's back.

What a sight he must be now, he mused. The high-class fashion he was once so proud of was basically in tatters. He had long since run out of the money he could use - he didn't bring his credit cards, that would have made for easy tracking. Anything he had managed to take had now been sold just so he could eat and maybe find a roof to sleep under, but even that wasn't made to be forever.

Where did one find work when your grades were bribed to As? Who did you trust, when his parents had a bounty on his head? 

He did keep his phone, but it was off. If he turned it on, his parents would find him. But it was a last chance deal - if truly all else failed, he'd use it. He prayed it never came to that. Even if it meant selling the last thing he had - himself.

He sat on the side of the road, ignoring his stomach growling for the umpteenth time, eyes distant and not really staring at anything. 

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[richestduck]

Scrooge laughed as he continued searching for a long-term parking lot. The last thing they needed was to be arrested for loitering somewhere they shouldn't.

[nevermore_a_duck]

Poe left that up to Scrooge - he didn't even know that was something one could get arrested for. He'd probably have to learn a lot of things from Scrooge - and Scrooge wanting so little in return was baffling.

Poe decided, ultimately, it would be a long time before he ever understood Scrooge... if he ever did.