hands There doesn’t seem to be a set pattern behind the many thefts being reported throughout the streets. The incidences are random, isolated events. It appears Sonic has no rhyme or reason for doing what he’s doing. There’s no contract involved. No immediate goal in sight. So why would a ninja with many tactical skills under his belt resort to petty thievery? Some might say boredom, others might think he’s preying on the weak for the fun of it but Sonic is more astute than that.
❝ Fifteen… sixteen… seventeen… ❞ As deft hands pilfer pockets he makes a mental note of the number of times his looting has gone unnoticed, which, in his mind is further proof that his skills are just as sharp even with the additional feline features. Nothing sets him back! Good–
❝ Dammit. Looks like I’m not as proficient as I thought I was. ❞ Monologuing to himself the beastkin crouches back on his hind legs and springs into the air, claws dig into the panels of a rooftop and hoists himself onto a perch.
❝ Its nothing personal kid, I simply can’t let you to get this back. My pride won’t allow it. ❞ There between the forefinger and thumb of his claws dangled the possessed wallet as if he were baiting his victim to play chase. A habitual grin creeps into place before Sonic turns and bolts from one roof top to dash across another in his flashy escape.
His feet gently touched the ground when the feline finally decided to stop the chase for a moment. Kirishima looked up at the thief who was poised on a rooftop, dangling his wallet as if to taunt him like a cat chasing a mouse. The draken was frustrated with the other, who refused to give him his wallet back simply because of his pride. ❝What the hell kind of reasoning is that? I just want my wallet back, dude!❞
Kirishima began to harden his arms, his scales flaring out to pointed edges. He was going to get his wallet back no matter who he had to fight. But before he could even fly up to grab his wallet, the feline already made his fleeting escape. Sonic was too fast for him to catch up, and despite trying his best to chase after the cat in an aerial attempt, the thief was able to escape with Kirishima’s wallet in tow.
Kirishima landed in one of the alleys of Xalphina, punching one of the brick walls with his hardened arm. Not only was he wallet-less and with no money, he had already ruined his dinner by dropping it to chase after the thief bastard. Defeated and hungry, the draken started to trudge his way back home.
Once home, the draken collapsed onto his bed with a sigh. A loud grumble escaped from his stomach and to try and calm it down, Kirishima pressed his hand to his stomach. He brushed his other hand along his pants when...wait a minute. Was that…?
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