DON'T TRUST ANYONE
Ah, Talonia, Talonia. Yuzuki sighed, leaning her head back against arms propped up behind her head as she strolled through the streets. As the main place of her childhood, she had bitter, scary, happy, sad, angry memories about the city. The streets here, she knew better than the back of her hand(though this wasn't really a feat as your hand is actually quite hard to know well due to all those squiggly little lines). Following her nose, enhanced with her supernatural senses soon began to seek out food. Being a mage, it should be pretty easy for the semi-fey to earn money and buy food. However, the semi-fey never quite felt so alive when tossing hard-earned cash on a table as she did when sneaking through the shadows and slipped a slender finger into a purse.
Yup. These days, Yuzuki mostly thieved for the thrill of it. Of course, there had been days when she depended on this little art to survive. Days where she really would go hungry if she didn't snatch the occasional apple or cut the occasional purse. It wasn't necessary now, more a habit than anything. Following her nose, the semi-fey was soon brought to a small vendor's stand, emanating the delicious odor of steamed meat buns. Inevitably being attracted to that mouthwatering scent, Yuzuki moved closer, gaze on the plate of freshly steamed buns on the table. She slowly strolled on by, pretending as if nothing was happen. However, if anyone was looking at the right corner, the bun would be every so slightly slipped into a sleeve by the trickster figure.
After clearing the area, Yuzuki pulled the bun out, and dug into it. She relished the delicious taste, chewing happily on the bun. Walking down. The street, she would proceed to see who to get next. Perhaps that housewife over there? Perhaps that man wearing a coat with golden buttons?
Yup. These days, Yuzuki mostly thieved for the thrill of it. Of course, there had been days when she depended on this little art to survive. Days where she really would go hungry if she didn't snatch the occasional apple or cut the occasional purse. It wasn't necessary now, more a habit than anything. Following her nose, the semi-fey was soon brought to a small vendor's stand, emanating the delicious odor of steamed meat buns. Inevitably being attracted to that mouthwatering scent, Yuzuki moved closer, gaze on the plate of freshly steamed buns on the table. She slowly strolled on by, pretending as if nothing was happen. However, if anyone was looking at the right corner, the bun would be every so slightly slipped into a sleeve by the trickster figure.
After clearing the area, Yuzuki pulled the bun out, and dug into it. She relished the delicious taste, chewing happily on the bun. Walking down. The street, she would proceed to see who to get next. Perhaps that housewife over there? Perhaps that man wearing a coat with golden buttons?
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