@thecoolicequeen
Going through the motions, of high heels click clacking in the pavement — she’s walking because she can’t just teleport anywhere anymore. Not with the restriction, three portals each day. Ha! What a waste. All the places she could go to, all the people she could prank — and the city hosted a lot of potential victims. She misses her usual victims, no doubt, but new blood is new blood. And this city’s ripe with them.
Like this one. A golden opportunity appears. She spots them, lounging at a cafe, turning away from their treat. A croissant on their table, no bite marks yet. Perfect.
“Thanks for the treat.” Gaap says, to herself, to the poor sap losing their lunch.
A snap, and a split second later, and it’s gone. Like it never existed. Another split second — it’s in Gaap’s hand now. Finders keepers, you know.
