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Opinion on;

Character in general: Ooo kill em. I really like her she's a super duper sweetheart ok. She's nice to people when they don't deserve to be and that is such a rare quality blessHow they play them: Well 8D She's especially nice to  my muse and he steals her shit and idk I think that's cute idk I'm trashhhhThe Mun: Oh em gee she's actually funny guys 11/10 would recommend talking to her ooc.

Do I:

RP with them: I do.Want to RP with them: Hella do already

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I really like your character and she is a QUEEN. I like how you portray her and I like talking to you ooc holla. I think the only thing that gets me is when you write "too" in place of "to" but idk maybe that's just like your writing style? To each their own.

    Levi had been watching this place for days. It was the perfect spot for his next little heist; from what he could tell, the place had a few valuables, but those few things were worth a high price, and he wanted them. More specifically, he wanted the money they would bring him.

    He had been waiting for about an hour after the home's owner had left before making his move. He lunged out of his car and stalked over to the house, his duffle bag secure on one shoulder. He'd brought this instead of just a trashbag or something bigger because at least this wouldn't look suspicious.

    Breaking into the house was actually pretty easy. He'd done that so many times he could probably pick locks in his sleep. Opening the front door, he set his duffle down and roamed the place for just what order he would do this in. Just grabbing and going wouldn't be ideal; too random, too messy. He needed to strategize.

    After about ten minutes of observing the place and its belongings, he went right to work. He decided to start on the top floor, where most of them were kept, and work his way down, then out of the house entirely.

    He'd just made it to the bedroom when he heard a clicking sound from downstairs. That wasn't right. On the weekdays when she went out late, she typically didn't return until about one or two in the morning. With a grumble, he snuck into the nearest closet, set his duffle bag as neatly as possible beside him, and kept absolutely still, trying hard to breathe when there were about six or seven shirts in front of him.