Sharing is Caring || Cedric & Maxwell
Cedric's a good guy.
He'll swear this to himself over and over, left and right as he stubs out his cigarette, having spent the duration of his smoke eyeing the passing crowd, trying to pick out the distracted citizens of the mass— People talking on the phone were more desired targets, but those who were using their phone while walking also made for alright targets.
He's a really good guy, just looking for lunch money. He's a really nice guy, but he's also a little cheeky. So, really, the pick-pocketing is sort of both pleasure and business. He puts the wallets back, most of the time. He really does. Or, he tries to. He hates parting people from their sentimental wallet-sized pictures.
In the swimming crowd, he spots a potential target, his feet starting to carry him behind the man who's talking on the phone, device pinched between his shoulder and his head as he rustles through his briefcase. He hopes the way he's a few paces behind him doesn't stick out. The space between them lessens until he's about to 'accidentally' knock into the man when he checks his surroundings briefly only to notice that someone else is about to d the same thing.
He could almost laugh just from how plain unlikely the situation is, but he seamlessly steps back, letting the other person make the choice— Steal, or not steal?
Cedric's just a smirking bystander now.
