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let the thievery begin
( © HUNTER. )
Keito wiped the table clean as he put the cups and plates into his little bin. Two more customers walked in. "Benvenuto" he welcomed as he offered them the newly cleaned table. Keito was now in Italy. Eight years of traveling around the world had led him here for the time being. Stopping in a certain place normally meant that Keito was low on cash and it was time to save up some before moving on. That had always been the way things worked. They kept moving until the money was low. It sort of gave them the chance to rest up some. Moving around all the time took its toll on occasion and even Keito and his little group needed time to recharge the batteries.
As usual Keito was the one of the group that did the more honest work. That meant that he actually got a job, simple jobs like working in a cafe. They weren't glamorous jobs but they paid. Keito generally left the more immoral i.e. stealing to Adriel and his older brother. It didn't meant that Keito was completely innocent. He did a bit of pit pocketing on a occasion but normally if he was involved it was to serve as the distraction more than the actual thief. It was a necessity though. His jobs may pay but unfortunately they didn't always pay a lot or fast enough. So the extra cash came useful. Keito wasn't exactly proud of getting money that way. It wasn't like he was taught to steal by his parents. Keito already knew what his mother and sister would think if they learned that this was the way he was living but it was the life he chose and he'd have to live with that.
When his shift came to it's end he took his leave. He was hungry and he needed a drink but of course he was a bit short on cash. His group kept the majority of the money they had in a jar back at their place and Keito wouldn't get paid until the end of the week. Looked like he was going to have to try and find some cash. Keito walked the streets a bit looking for some easy pickings. When he spotted a target he got to work, acting casual as he could. Personally Keito didn't like actually being the thief but at the same time he couldn't deny that he got a bit a rush when he did so.
Within seconds Keito had a new wallet in his hands and he quickly got the cash out of it before dumping the wallet. All he needed was the cash after all. He continued on his until he got to another little outdoor cafe. Keito took a seat and looked over the menu. He had enough cash to chow quite nicely and still have left over. He desreved a little celebration. It was his birthday.
you've got the wrong girl
The young woman had only just made her way to a new country. Italy, this time. She had been here before, of course. Her parents had taken her here as a child, with her mother chasing down some strand of flower for her botany and her father happily bringing little Sunflower along to see all of those rocks he so loved, a love that he passed on to his daughter, a love that had yet to fade. And it was why Ainsley was here today instead of, say, in the States, or Australia, or anywhere else. She had decided to chase back down the formations she had stared at as a child.
Right now, she had just started to try and find her temporary job, she already had her place to stay, and she already had one heck of a plan for how she was going to spend her time here too. It was usually how these thigns went for the nomadic young woman. She had only just started a year ago or so but she already had a formula down for how she wanted to travel and move. She had no idea if she’d ever stay in one place again, not after the last one had tried to decide where she could go next! How dare they move her.
So now she moved herself.
Right now, though, she was focusing on the present .Her plans. Her decision to live as her parents had before her even as she had hated it then-but now it was her in charge of every move so it would be better. It had been so far. She covered a yawn with a hand, still getting used to the time zones, and kept on walking, glancing about. She was really just trying to figure out where she could get a job around here, nothing more than that.
It was always step two, after all. Or, at least, it had been so far. And if she couldn’t get a job, she had to move on—rock formation or no. She needed to survive. She kept on walking, glancing about, and that was when she noticed something she hadn’t expected to see. She watched with a shake of the head as a young pickpocket did his thing. It was something she had a sense for after doing it herself only four years ago or so, no, no it was more like five now. Jeez, she was glad it was so long ago.
No, Ains wasn’t one to judge, as she had said, she had done it herself. But damn, if he was going to do it he had better be careful. She turned on her heel and followed, at a lazy stroll. Noting that, well, at least the café he stopped at might be a good place to look for a job. But she paused, hovering by his table. With her luck, he would only speak Italian and she’d just move on. ”Better be more careful about prying eyes, if you want to lift that much cash” she informed him, with no shame.
Christmas Eve in Italy was one way to celebrate a birthday. Of course with each birthday came the thoughts of home, thoughts of his mother and sister. His birthday wasn't the only time he ever thought of his family but is was definitely one of the big days of the years where their faces crossed his mind all day. Keito did his best to enjoy his birthday though which normally consisted of some decent meal with a couple of drinks. Normally he'd be celebrating with Adriel and Adriel's brother but this evening his little group was off doing some job while Keito chose to go to work rather than help with some job. The gig would pay well and Keito would get a bit of the money for helping with the set-up. Pit-pocketing wallets was one thing but even Keito had his limits. Keito didn't mind though. He actually welcomed the alone time. After taking the wallet that was. Once the job that Adriel was on was done they'd have enough money to leave whenever they wanted. For now Keito would have to managed what he currently had in his pocket and the little extra he just took of his unknowing victim. Keito wiped the wallet before tossing it, last thing he needed was his prints on something that he stole. Keito had more than enough run ins with the law and the point was obviously to avoid the authorities. Keito didn't feel like running from the police on his birthday as exciting as it may sound. After pocketing the cash and cleaning the wallet he casually dumped it, figuring some kind Samaritan would pick it up and perhaps attempt to have it returned to its rightful owner. The cash was gone but Keito left the rest of the contents. Ids and credit cards were all still in the wallet. No one could say that he wasn't considerate.( © HUNTER. )
He kept to himself, playing things as normal as possible despite the fact that he had just stolen money from some random stranger. That would be staying on his conscious for a bit but Keito felt he was getting better about letting such things get to him. At least when he wasn't caught. Keito froze when the voice broke through his concentration bringing up the events that had occurred just moments ago. Keito scrambled to pull himself together and slowly turned towards whoever had spoken. A woman? "I'm not sure what you mean." he replied calmly. He hadn't done anything, right? That's what he had to pretend at least. "I think you're confusing me for someone else."
you've got the wrong girl
Ains was debating just going about her own business. She had only just settled in here after all and what tourists did or lost because they weren’t paying attention to their pockets wasn’t her business. Of course, she was more focused on the person doing the taking. She was sure she only noticed because she had once done it herself so long ago but she didn’t think it was probably in the best to let it go and let him possibly get caught. That would suck. She had hated getting caught back when she had done this. She was sure it was the same.
Unfortunately, she knew—she might play a dumb blonde sometimes but she wasn’t—that he wouldn’t take it well, likely. Oh well. At least the cafe he had stopped at might have a job for her and this wouldn’t be a total bust. She had no shame when she informed him of what she had seen and how she thought he should likely be more careful than that or he would just end up getting caught. By someone other than her. It was when he denied it, a normal reaction, that her need to be totally stubborn kicked in and she sat down opposite him instead of leaving like a normal person might. At least he spoke English, she only had a smattering of Italian.
She was confusing him for someone else? ”That would suck if I followed the wrong person and watched them toss a wallet away after taking the money” she agreed, a bit cheeky and a bit sarcastic and a bit uncaring about what he thought about that. Just like she hadn’t cared when she sat down across from him. She usually minded her own business these days. Maybe it was the holiday spirit that drove her. ”Just trying to pass on advice” she said, as if she was so old and wise and not someone who had just done this herself once and happened to notice.
Truthfully, her mind was already half on wondering if this cafe had an open mic night. She did have her guitar. Maybe. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Really, if he told her she was wrong again, she might lose her temper. She was stubborn that way.