#thiefmin

   “Fucking- Unbelievable. God damned HABIT, fucking- Ugh. I have enough shit to deal with as it is, now I’m gonna have to hope Firebrand fucking bails my ass out.”

   The cellmate sitting next to him grumbled, his mood almost as foul as his smell. Like smoke and cheap whiskey. He kept grumbling under his breath, something about the Collective and a tall fucker.

ellie winces. they’re friends, sure, to whatever extent two thieves can be, but not really so close that either of them has allowed this kind of emotional vulnerability; it’s why she finds herself at a loss of if, and how to comfort him. she settles for watching henry for a few seconds, heavy with concern and unease, then sitting next to him and gingerly touching a hand to his shoulder.

easy to remove if he doesn’t want the physical contact.

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[💎] Henry washed up onto shore after drifting at sea for who knew how long. It was a miracle that he was still alive, even if he was barely clinging to it. Footsteps or perhaps a voice reached his muffled earing, unable to tell which was which, and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open. He felt so tired. He just wanted to sleep, even if that would be the end of him. His body ached and was in pain from the harsh lashing the waves had given him before tossing him onto the shore as though they were done playing with him. Whoever this was, hopefully they’d be kind enough to lend him a hand.

He had been walking rather happily along the coastline of this world, having taken the day off from farming to fill out more of his multiverse map (it was quite the sight to see). But now, as he let the sand cling to his pants, he could distinctly see a form nearby- just barely noticeable in the foam of the ocean and the dying sun’s rays.

His mouth opened a little when he realized the form was not a fish or some alien creature- but a living, breathing person- although ‘breathing’ may have been a bit of a stretch, he couldn’t tell.

This ought to be really interesting, especially when two of the best come into collision. An expert thief and a expert agent.  

❛ You can take that golden fish if you want but know this I’ll have to engage chase. And you don’t want that, trust me.❜ The avian is confident he could capture and arrest this formidable foe. He stay poised, ready to engage in a pursuit.