The thief quickly lifted his head when he heard the voice.
Rather unnerving song to be singing at this time of night…
He looked around, not seeing where the song was coming from right away.
“Umm… Is someone there?”
“…And yet, the next part is even better.”
He turned round, pulling out his knife, and growled.
“I really, really don’t like you, you know, mister no fashion taste magician.”
In his head, it was all clear. He was going to kill him. Then he’d take the kids, and eat enough to forget this horrible night. Yes.
“Well, I’m used to people not being a big fan of me, but I don’t think that’s any reason to poke fun at my costume.”
It was taunting, but the thief was in complete defensive mode right now, despite the lightness in his voice. A hand fell to his side in preparation to pull out the card gun quickly, but he didn’t want to alert the man to his having a weapon just yet. With the other, he made an ace of spades appear and held just in front of his face, eyes suddenly changing to glare daggers at the other, his voice also losing its humour.
“And if it’s all the same, I’d rather not have anyone grieving any time soon, if I can help it.”
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