mavis ran up BEHIND the younger male and snatched the price tag dangling from his coat. ❝ I’m SAVING your ass. ❞ she said while waving the tag in his direction. ❝ pull yourself together, honey. you’re BETTER than that. ❞
‘ gee, THANKS, ’ he snapped back, ignoring the tag completely and continuing to walk. he knew he was in the clear with his new jacket ( because he couldn’t get soter’s scolding out of his brain)-- he also knew that he was being careless. ‘ it looks pretty good, though, doesn’t it? ’ he questioned, running his hands over the leathers’ zip and into his pocket, flashing a couple dogtags he had around his neck ( one of them soters’ mysterious ‘GHOST’ tag). ‘ honey? are we at pet names already, princess? you’re right; i’m a much better thief than this. i’m thinking next on my list is... that DIAMOND shop right over there, what do you say? ’














