(Read the profile!) The thief’s tail twitched in excitement as they gently uprooted a foxglove with their bare hands and set it into their bag with caution. The poison of the beautiful flower didn’t affect their bug nature.

it was then they head footsteps—the gardener’s footsteps heading their direction. They wanted to pay no mind, trying to tell them that the gardener was on the other side of the garden… but their hopes were disproven when your eyes laid directly upon them, crouched down near the garden bed’s edge with a plant clearly sticking out from their luggage.

They knew, you knew. They had been caught—there wasn’t anything they could do.