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[perfectsymmetry]

[Some folks around Mayfield may notice something in the past few days - your wallet is missing. You had it in your pocket one moment, and then, like magic, it's gone! And no matter how many coat pockets you tear through, or couch cushions you overturn, or car seats you rummage under, you just can't seem to find it.

That is, until the next morning, when you go to get your mail and, just like magic once again, there sits your wallet. Everything you had inside it is still there - as a matter of fact, it might even be more organized than you last remembered. You don't see anyone around, and besides the Milkman, the only one that had been by was your paperboy sometime after that. But that was fairly early this morning...]

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[Private action]
[Besides some decoration planning for the dance, Crowe hasn't really come home much, other than to sleep, which he hasn't been doing much of anyway (despite the fact that blitzball practice was really wearing him out). Anyone else who's a night owl may see him walking the streets, or sitting in the park. You'll always be greeted when he passes with a genuine smile and a greeting.

It's late one night where he sneaks back into his own home, too tired to stay out any longer, and makes it up a tree to a hallway window. He swiftly opens the window and sneaks in silently. Mayfield's security may as well been from the stone age compared to what he was used to, and it made this sort of thing way too easy. But he wasn't watching himself well enough, and in his sleepy state snags his foot on the window, and stumbles inwards - directly into Sniper, who was just leaving the bathroom. Crowe staggers back a few steps, two wallets falling from his coat pocket as he does. He gives Sniper a startled expression, eyes wide, looking from the wallets back then back to Sniper.

Sniper grins. "Well well. What have you been up to, Little Mister Perfect?"]

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[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

[Sniper grins.]

"Well well. What have you been up to, Little Mister Perfect?"

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[At first Crowe looks shocked, but his expression quickly turns flat. he scoops up the wallets. The last person he thinks he needs to explain himself to is Sniper.

He attemps to shuffle past you in the hall, head down.]

[Flatly] Pardon me.

[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

Hold up one second mate.

[Sniper would put his arm in the way. It could be easily ducked, Sniper wasn't going to force him.]

Now I'm not your father, and I'm not going to pretend to be. But I'd like to get along with those stuck in the same house as me.

If you are doing something that's going to get someone angry, you can at least give the rest of us fair warning. Just like I did, and will do for the rest of you.

If someone else does come here looking for trouble you started, remember that I am likely going to be the one dealing with them. I can be civil with most people, even those looking for a fight. That doesn't mean I wont do what I have to if someone decides to come here intent to hurt us.

Just keep that in mind, I'd hate to have to get into fights I didn't start.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe will stop and listen, but most definitely not making eye contact. He looks angry, but more with himself than with Sniper.]

[Quietly]...you're right, sir. You were at least open with me. It's only fair. This [looks at the wallets in his hand]... I'm not even keeping them. I've been returning them. I have no interest in keeping them. I'm just... I don't want to get rusty, is all. And seeing how much this town pays attention.

You don't need to put your neck out for me, sir. If anyone asks you, tell them whatever you want. You caught me fair and square.

[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

[He seemed pleased, though it wasn't clear if it was because he planned to return them or the rest.]

Don't worry about it. Do what you need to to keep yourself sane here.

On that note mate, you're still a good kid. Better than some of the people here and whoever put us here. If I can't convince them you aren't to blame for something I'll just convince them it isn't worth looking into. That'll keep me from getting rusty and growing bored.

I doubt you'd take me up on it, but remember if you run into trouble feel free to come here looking for help.

[Letting him move on. Watching him go if he did. Stealing was the least of Sniper's worries. Those in his home loosing it concerned him more.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe stared down at a wallet he was flipping around in his hands idly. He still spoke quietly.]

Sane? I don't know if sanity's my issue... although the idea of this place being an insanity has been presented to me, I don't buy into that. I think my first instinct was right. This place is a cruel joke.

[With a quick flick of the wrist, the wallet quickly disappears. Up his sleeve, or in his pockets, it's hard to tell.

He turns back to Sniper as he heads back to his room. Instead of his usual smile, he just looks exhausted and defeated.]

Don't worry, I won't get in any further trouble, sir. I don't like taking from individuals anyway. I was just... I don't know. Trying to continue on what's normal for me, I guess. Goodnight sir. Sorry to be a bother. [Other than sounding tired, it sounds like a genuine apology. But whether he's sorry for what he did, or sorry that he got caught, you might not be too sure.]