| Pickpocket |
@thenestarcher
It was a bad habit that grew throughout his teenage years, and honestly, despite it, he was surprised that he was still holding his job as a on-and-off detective and had a fairly decent reputation with the Solias and Aelluria force.
Controlling his kleptomania was increasingly becoming harder the longer he stayed out of the asylum, and he could only infer that it was going to get worse because he never planned on returning.
He didn't really plan on going out and stealing anything today, but he figured that if he tried, a crowded area like a Solias city was a nice spot to try. He wasn't even supposed to be here right now; he was expected at the police station, called upon to try and be pulled back to the force. John was dead set on never going back; the idea of it made him sick to his stomach.
So what was a good idea? To distract himself by distracting other people so he could "innocently" swipe anything that could be use to him.
"Oi, mate." He had approached a guy that had walked out of the bar, cigarette sticking out of his mouth and the most neutral look on his face. "I wouldn't suppose you'd have a light, would you?" All he needed was the guy to hand a lighter to him. Then if he had anything worth grabbing on his person, John could probably slip that off in no time.