{ ♟ } ———— hidalgx
Lithe fingertips & a graceless care for the wants and needs of the world, in favour of his own, Locke has been dancing the streets and marketplaces of every town in the country since he was a boy. It's hardly his fault that, after a day's work, half the citizens report their purses curiously lighter. Must be magic...
The old ones are the best, he decides; a day of short-cons, t he quickest and neatest ways for a dip to make a living in the slums of the city. He'll avoid the poorest of the poor, those who can barely get by, and crash bumblingly into those with fine clothes and an elegant nose in the air, pat them down and leave them wanting.
❝ —— My goodness! I am so sorry! ❞