You don’t have enough for lunch again today. After a busy P.E. class you’re exhausted with a growling stomach but what else is new? Maybe you can have a student “offer” to give you their lunch with a little magical help? But if you do that too often they’ll catch on and you don’t want to show your hand within the first month of school. Let alone the first WEEK.
As it is you already stand out too much. You bought what you could. Notebooks and pens. A P.E. uniform. Borrowed the ceremonial robe from the school. Was gifted a magic pen as charity. But even with all that you couldn’t get it all. So you’re left strolling down the hall in the one button up white shirt you used for work and your nicest pair of pants. You’ve gotten in trouble already for being out of uniform but what can you do?
You ignore someone whispering about your lack of uniform as you walk down the hall—some Heartslabyul student with a dumb club drawn on one cheek. Asshole. You consider him briefly as your target, then you see him.
The lion housewarden of Savanaclaw. His eyes are darting to that Heartslabyul student with his judgements about you. And in that moment you strike.
Brush against him as you pass with the excuse of moving away from the gossip. The wallet is easily taken and slid into a pocket. Its worryingly heavy in your hand—how much does this guy carry?? Would he notice this much suddenly missing?
But as you look up at him, apology already coming out, he doesn’t look angry with you. No, the intensity of his gaze doesn’t hold any anger at all but it’s still piercing and heavy and you can’t help but notice the way one corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. He’s amused. Maybe agreeing with that club boy’s assessment of you that’s continuing in a whisper to a friend of his, some frufru Pomp kid.
With a wide smile and a sweet apology you slip away, stomach now churning with excitement instead of hunger. You hit a jackpot today and you’ll eat a full lunch. Then later you can pretend to find the missing wallet or leave it in the dorm lounge area for the lion to find on his own.
Stealing Wallet
As it is you already stand out too much. You bought what you could. Notebooks and pens. A P.E. uniform. Borrowed the ceremonial robe from the school. Was gifted a magic pen as charity. But even with all that you couldn’t get it all. So you’re left strolling down the hall in the one button up white shirt you used for work and your nicest pair of pants. You’ve gotten in trouble already for being out of uniform but what can you do?
You ignore someone whispering about your lack of uniform as you walk down the hall—some Heartslabyul student with a dumb club drawn on one cheek. Asshole. You consider him briefly as your target, then you see him.
The lion housewarden of Savanaclaw. His eyes are darting to that Heartslabyul student with his judgements about you. And in that moment you strike.
Brush against him as you pass with the excuse of moving away from the gossip. The wallet is easily taken and slid into a pocket. Its worryingly heavy in your hand—how much does this guy carry?? Would he notice this much suddenly missing?
But as you look up at him, apology already coming out, he doesn’t look angry with you. No, the intensity of his gaze doesn’t hold any anger at all but it’s still piercing and heavy and you can’t help but notice the way one corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. He’s amused. Maybe agreeing with that club boy’s assessment of you that’s continuing in a whisper to a friend of his, some frufru Pomp kid.
With a wide smile and a sweet apology you slip away, stomach now churning with excitement instead of hunger. You hit a jackpot today and you’ll eat a full lunch. Then later you can pretend to find the missing wallet or leave it in the dorm lounge area for the lion to find on his own.