Usually, if you were to see someone steal something from the shops, you minded your business and carried on with your day. After all, it's not affecting you in any way whatsoever, so why should it matter to you?

However, you can't help but to curiously observe as a tall punk subtly nicked a small trinket from a cluttered shelf, a smirk breaking out on his lips as he spotted your lingering gaze. He figures you won't snitch. The way your eyes keep dropping to his lips and waist seem to suggest so.

"Can you keep a secret?" Hobie tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowed in amusement, and his voice a smooth murmur.