Feb 3, 2019
@tinybuggyrp
Arkin strolled down the streets of the city, weaving in and out of the crowd without being touched. The pockets of their jacket were filling up fast, cash, jewelry, sunglasses; and junk like receipts, keychains, chapsticks. Anything Arkin could get their nimble little fingers on.
Ahead of them was a large Sith with what looked like something important and /shiny/ in their pocket. Quick as a flash Arkin reached into the pocket.