[An easy mark’s an easy mark, quick pocket change if nothing else — but then there are girls like her, the sort that you’d feel pretty scummy taking advantage of, and Erik isn’t that kind of thief.
He is the kind of young man who’ll stop and frown at the sight, though, for a whole three seconds before letting it go lopsided on his face. A few seconds more and he’s walking in her direction, casual as can be; though he has a sheathed dagger swinging at his hip with each step, there’s nothing particularly threatening about his approach. His words are a careful kind of exasperated, edging on concern if you listen hard enough.]
Dropped something? [-he asks, not really needing to ask, made obvious by the way he’s bending down to swoop up the briefcase by its handle. Straightening, he holds it out, dangling mid-air. Erik then gives it a lazy shake.]
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He is the kind of young man who’ll stop and frown at the sight, though, for a whole three seconds before letting it go lopsided on his face. A few seconds more and he’s walking in her direction, casual as can be; though he has a sheathed dagger swinging at his hip with each step, there’s nothing particularly threatening about his approach. His words are a careful kind of exasperated, edging on concern if you listen hard enough.]
Dropped something? [-he asks, not really needing to ask, made obvious by the way he’s bending down to swoop up the briefcase by its handle. Straightening, he holds it out, dangling mid-air. Erik then gives it a lazy shake.]
Hope there wasn’t anything too fragile inside.