if you can't beat them; join them! | Yuko & Gintoki
It seems money sticks with him better now that he's dead, rather than when he was alive. Perhaps its the fact that he has no use for it in the long term, or that he's preoccupied with thoughts other than finding a casino and attempting to multiply his funds, but either way, he's managed to gather some small funds from some odd jobs here and there. Nothing much really, just enough to get some food from time to time, because although there isn't a physical need for sustenance, there's something unsettling about not eating or drinking.
But this is Rome we're talking about. Tourists abound and where the fish are, sharks are sure to follow. In this case, that would be the pickpockets swarming amidst the crowds.
He smirks as he feels a hand try and slip in his yukata and retrieve his wallet, casually relieving the culprit of his own without skipping a beat. Nice, this actually feels heavier than his own. That's one way to profit.
He wonders how long it'll take the pickpocket to realise he's been bested; if he'll even realise. Better luck next time kid!
