It was like an itch, an itch that refused to die or stay scratched. he couldnt help it really...
-Yoink- another bracelet stolen right off its owners wrist with no one missing a beat.
Evan sighed, it wasn't his fault, all the glittery trinkets and half out of pocket wallets were such a god damn Temptation, its like each one was clamoring for his attention, like they all had little voices calling out 'me next, me next!'
Evan blew a lock of purple streaked black hair out of his face, it wasnt like he'd ever tried to resist his kleptomania's siren song, or ever intended to, but dear god it felt like a chore sometimes.
the young thief shrugged as he walked on, scanning the crowd for his next target, hand poised at the redy to snatch any beconing trinket that caught the klepto's sharp eyes. his hand reaching out for another glittering passing prize.