@mrtvidodir demandé " i know you're there ! c'mon out ! "
The thief was silent, his breathing low and controlled. Crimson eyes following the other man as he held onto the rafters. The black tactical suit pulled tight on his body as he carefully moved, fingers curling around the wood as he shifted to get a better angle. His bo staff rested in it's holster again his hip, a deck of cards nestled in a holder on his hip.
"Mmmm...." The mutant hummed, "Ah don' t'ink ya want dat, homme." He spoke lowly, clicking his tongue.















