🏃 Ranulf tries and fails to steal his cloak
“Wh-” He feels the collar of his cloak lifting, sees it rise above his nose, then his eyes, then - what the ever loving hell???
No matter how little he comprehends what’s happening right this second (or more so why, honestly), he’s hardly of a mind to let it continue and paws desperately for purchase on the red material, bringing it to sit back on his shoulders with a huff. “Who…?”
Glancing about, his eyes settle on the cyan-haired man. “Ha, ha. Good one.” If he’s vexed any, it’s only because how could he nearly let his cloak nearly be stolen from under his nose - quite literally? But he simply smirks, burying his indignation. “If it ain’t my favourite laguz… Careful, I’ve half a mind to return the favour down the road.” A meaningful look sticks briefly on Ranulf’s headgear.
