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0.6 percent- that was the estimated amount of the American Population with diagnosable kleptomania. And of all the people in all of seattle, Olivia Moore found herself having eaten her second batch of klepto-brains. And just like last time, she now adapted the very prominent trait. This time she was more experienced with handling the side effects of her condition, and how to control it.

That being said… The impulse, temporary as it may be, was just as strong as it had been last time. So when she saw a perfectly unguarded little pocket watch clipped to the side of a stranger’s bag, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. 

There were a few moments of silence as she argued within her head. ‘take it, take it’ and ‘you know better than that’, but she must have been staring long enough for the stranger to notice, so she quickly snapped her eyes away, and smiled politely. 

        America was the land of opportunity. Needless to say, Trevor Philips liked taking any opportunity he could to better himself and put others at a disadvantage. Maybe, it was wrong (fuck, it was – he could tell it was), and maybe the Air Force saw that wrong. After all, why would the witch in charge of psychological evaluations purposely ground him? He wasn’t stable, and he knew that. But, fuck; it was pleasurable. He was not like Michael towards the end; he fell deeper and deeper into insanity, and thankfully his skills paid off. Kleptomaniac, pyromaniac – to be a bank robber and completely unstable, you had to be those. Trevor Philips mastered both of them.

        Technology may have advanced by the time 2013 came around, but he liked carrying a watch. Maybe it had something to do with ‘you only have this many minutes, and digital clocks won’t help’, but it also had something to do with the fact that one of his possible fathers was a member of the Stopwatch Gang. But, he liked to dream, and dream a little too much. He kept one watch on his wrist, and just an extra one in case. It happened to be hanging on his backpack, where this girl was eyeing the watch. She was extremely amateur and he could tell.

“What?” She feigned ignorance, which seemed to be a default defense mechanism that she fell back on whenever she got herself into trouble. Which was unfortunately often. 

“I don't know what you're talking about. I’m just...” she paused for a moment, trailing off when she realized she had no idea where to go with this. “I didn’t mean to offend you.” 

“I bet you say that to all the medical examiners.” 

(Mixed bag: contains angst, fluff, and some nsfw)

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“Yeah, no, don’t worry about it. It’s not every day you get to sweep up broken glass... and what’s life without a little excitement.” Liv reassured him as she packed away the antiseptic and gauze back in her expansive first aid kit. As a medical professional she was always prepared, or rather- over prepared, as Peyton often reminded her. Although times like this were a good reminder that it was necessary. 

And my character will try to convince yours to go out on a wild night on the town with them!