[open] FILTERED FROM AMY 99% UNHACKABLE. THIS IS WHAT YOU DESERVE.

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Who: Gaius and you guys know who you are.
When: After the dungeon.
Where: Petrosian
What: After dungeonmath party with possible goats or something.
Rating: Rated G for Generic!

So I was thinkin- crivens, hold on.

[That was his milkshake that was just finished. Some things are more important than having heart to heart conversations and/or getting mugged by mergoats and one of them is a milkshake.]

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You asshole.

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Yeeee-...

[Right, apparently he took on the bandit job now. In answer, he looks at the cashier, who's frantically shaking his head 'no,' perhaps sensing Gaius' question of if they can get a replacement or not.]

...nah, we gotta follow...him? [Is it a him?] Him and find out where the rest of those bandits are coming from.

I'M INNOCENT

[hoasen]

[They're going to make money now! Since they have to get Gaius' milkshake back now that he's been refused a replacement. The service in this place kind of blows.]

Alright then, I suppose we must be fast. They're riding a...mergoat.

[He, She, Them. It doesn't matter in the face of justice. But she's ready to parkour and tug him along if need be. He should be able to withstand it. Being a Rook and all.]

Uh.

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[He can parkour to some extent but he doesn't have super speed-]

Let's go.

[So he'll probably be dubconned parkoured in a second.]

i can't believe u

[hoasen]

Alright, then keep a firm hold--

[And she totally takes his hand so he's dubconned into parkour. They're leaping (like ninjas) over rooftops just so they can find that thief again!

She made sure that he was comfortable and everything, or at least as much as one could if you're leaping across buildings like gravity was never discovered.]

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My candy!

[Vietnam, why. The precariously balanced peppermint stick in his left boot tumbled into the river, as the thief headed to...fuck if I know. Let's say a certain alchemy shop and he might be tapping her to chill her roll (as he dismounted from his mergoat and melted into the crowds) because they might as well get all of them.]

[hoasen]

Oh! I'm sorry, Gaius! I'll get you another after--!

[A peppermint stick should be affordable! And ah, there they go to [REDACTED]...which is really the name of the alchemy shop they're actually heading to now that he told her to slow down.

It's time to sneak over, but for now lets them stay up on the rooftops so they can see where that bandit is going.]

Did he just enter that alchemy shop?

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Shh.

[Not mean, just more like he's all business at this point which will last for all of five seconds beyond this, but for the moment? It's a thing.]

Why- cripes, makes no sense. Why would anybody nick a miklshake and whatever gods else he took and take it there?

[...]

Unless he's planning on making something tasty from it. [Milkshake flavored medicine. Imagine it.]

[hoasen]

[Gaius!!

But no, he asks very important questions. Why would they steal a milkshake? There's plenty that comes from the yard. And it's not like they charge that much either, should they teach them.

Clearly something diabolical is handling, or Gaius was just unfortunate because they were thirsty.]

What flavour did you order again?

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Lavender. Never had it before. Had some chocolate mixed in in swirls. [He's offended. And yes, that officially makes it purple and black.]

[hoasen]

I heard of lavender ice cream existing back home...I never had a try though. [Wow, after all these years. And whoa, dude, that's rebellious?!]

So...they liked a mix of purple and dark. Or that was what they needed...

[Or it was just a terrible coincidence.]

Let's go in.

[But...how. Going in through the front entrance looked like a bad idea.]

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[Who'd go in through the front entrance in the first place are you mad that's what windows are for.

He's in his element, though disgruntled. He's getting ready to swing in and get to work, and then pauses, and then looks at her and gives her an almost pitying expression before shaking his head.] Watch the streets. Last thing we'd need is someone getting the wrong idea from this. [That they're breaking into an alchemy shop because they're thieves, because he is, but he's a thief on the avenge his milkshake clock.]

[hoasen]

[Ah yes the windows. They do fit too.

Now, he's definitely a professional. And perhaps she is so used to his presence that she near forgot about it. Still, she listens carefully. Because he brings up a good point.]

So we go when the people are not looking at us? [She swore she played a game like this. Probably Unch*rted 3. As soon as she knows no one is paying attention to the rooftops...] Let's go.