Specter hummed, swaying slightly where he sat. Upside down, he was upside down.

Legs hooked securely over a pole that ran across the alleyway, dangling overhead and happily counting the cash in his hands, leather wallet clamped in the claws of his tail. The bustling streets were surprisingly dampened from here, though the world always seemed to quiet down a bit during golden hour, Specter felt that way, atleast.

He also usually didn’t choose specific times to steal from people either, so he couldn’t say much for people having their guards down at certain hours..profit was profit. And right now he was pretty happy with what he’d gotten.