8) The weather was getting cold and this was England, so it being rainy was kind of a given. Not the nicest weather to stroll about in, but here Reynard was anyway. He stepped under the ledge of a building for a few moments, shaking himself off on instinct. The gesture got him regarded with a strange look by a passing old couple and so he caught himself. Right, no fur at the moment.
Instead he had a worn leather jacket, jeans and a pair of boots that had seen better days. He needed new clothes, but up here wasn't the place to get them. The means to buy them, however, that was a different matter. Sure, he was a thief, but there were the right times and places to steal and that was something much easier done up here than anywhere else.
With that conclusion in mind he started walking again, only to stumble over his own feet - just a bit and ever so artfully - and walk into the person coming towards him. His hand worked quickly, but so did his instincts and he decided not to risk it.
"Oh, do excuse me. Here, I almost made you lose something."
He held his hand out, showing the item he'd just attempted to steal and smiling with all the open innocence he could muster. Which was really quite a lot when compared to how innocent he actually was, which would be not at all.
[ooc: Reynard is an outcast fae who has been around for about a millenia and is the same character from all those lovely folk tales about cunning foxes, so if there is any chance of your character recognizing him by appearance or reputation, go ahead and assume. Same for actually having met him before, he gets around.
My prompt is generic, because I couldn't think of anything better, but I'm open to literally anything, anywhere, he has a bit of a habit to just show up wherever, so feel free to even just drop me a location and I can write up a personal starter just for your lovely self.]
I feel like I'm doing this too late to use any of the Halloween or Guy Fawkes prompts...
Instead he had a worn leather jacket, jeans and a pair of boots that had seen better days. He needed new clothes, but up here wasn't the place to get them. The means to buy them, however, that was a different matter. Sure, he was a thief, but there were the right times and places to steal and that was something much easier done up here than anywhere else.
With that conclusion in mind he started walking again, only to stumble over his own feet - just a bit and ever so artfully - and walk into the person coming towards him. His hand worked quickly, but so did his instincts and he decided not to risk it.
"Oh, do excuse me. Here, I almost made you lose something."
He held his hand out, showing the item he'd just attempted to steal and smiling with all the open innocence he could muster. Which was really quite a lot when compared to how innocent he actually was, which would be not at all.
[ooc: Reynard is an outcast fae who has been around for about a millenia and is the same character from all those lovely folk tales about cunning foxes, so if there is any chance of your character recognizing him by appearance or reputation, go ahead and assume. Same for actually having met him before, he gets around.
My prompt is generic, because I couldn't think of anything better, but I'm open to literally anything, anywhere, he has a bit of a habit to just show up wherever, so feel free to even just drop me a location and I can write up a personal starter just for your lovely self.]