I had gotten myself in pretty deep shit before just stealing from people, but the habit never went away. Call me a kleptomaniac, but it was fun to steal from people, okay? So I maybe stole a little gold from you, so what? It’s not like it’s really anything noticeable. Until it was. Until we didn’t have enough money in the next town over in supplies. Confusion covered your face when you looked through the gold, counting it, your brow furrowing. Then you turned to me. Shit. You grabbed me before I could escape.

“You stole 600 fucking gold from me?!” You growled, pinning him to a wall by the collar of my shirt, my hands thrown up in defeat, desperately trying to calm the situation, or do something enough to get you off of me.

“Hey no need to be mad- does that even sound like something I would do? Stealing from townspeople, sure, but stealing from you?” I awkwardly smiled even though I knew what I said was bullshit.