Continued from x || @hacker-codeq
Grip tightens around the wrist of the fucker who just tried to lift his wallet. "Prick, am I?" His eyebrows raised in a can you believe this asshole? He leaned in, speaking low, "I'm not the twat who don't know how to pick a target," then pulled back and gave the other a once over. The clothes the novice pickpocket were wearing are nice and clean so he hadn't been on the street long. They look to be of good quality too. Clearly didn't come from any rough neighborhood, why then, was he out here lifting wallets? Did he not get enough of an allowance, or was he running? Any number of secrets could be hidden underneath them fancy clothes.
"You're going to get caught if you ain't careful," he said, letting him go and quickly snatching his wallet off the ground. "And if you're running you ain't exactly going to get far. You'll be easy to find and follow on CCTV wearing them clothes." Seemed like the kind that people might actually care to look for.
His mouth was making an expression that said he wasn't sure if he liked what he was thinking. Might not be a good idea to help the other young man, and he could be stepping in shit he doesn't want to get mixed up in, but he's never been one to back down from a fight, plus he knows what it's like getting away from a bad situation. "Don't know what you're running from, but if you're serious about roughing it then I'd suggest following me, if not." Gives a shrug showing it's not going to bother him, and turns, not stopping to glance back to check if he's following him.
