i want your money not your life
Another opportunity presented itself to the young thief. After seeing this second vendor, and deciding his wares were even better than the last, he hadn't taken his eye off him. Calculating, analyzing, awaiting the best moment to strike. A small child caught the seller's attention, and in a bout of altruism the seller left to help the kid. It paid to be selfish, that was something he'd always stuck by.
The blonde fluttered forwards, weaseling through the crowd swiftly and quietly, and having chosen his target long before he'd moved. He grabbed quickly onto a fabric, a velvetty deep green. He could make a fantastic headscarf with it, and that's what he planned to do. He stuffed it into his satchel, as inconspicuous as possible, then turned to walk away at a steady pace. Perhaps a bit overconfident. A sliver of the fabric hung out behind him like a tail.
The blonde fluttered forwards, weaseling through the crowd swiftly and quietly, and having chosen his target long before he'd moved. He grabbed quickly onto a fabric, a velvetty deep green. He could make a fantastic headscarf with it, and that's what he planned to do. He stuffed it into his satchel, as inconspicuous as possible, then turned to walk away at a steady pace. Perhaps a bit overconfident. A sliver of the fabric hung out behind him like a tail.
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