Elissa
Mouse
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"You'll get no symp'thy from me, kid." She warned him, leaning against the edge of her cart again as the rodent lifted it's head towards the boy."Thievin's illegal and you know it." She warned.

At his insults and the step the kid took away, she couldn't help the small smirk that made its way to her face,"Maybe I'll hex ye'." She told him, voice deadly serious,"Make y'bleed from yer ears and dance on yer hands."
John
Ichabod Sigmar
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Ichabod smiled a cheesy grin, showing his teeth quite brightly. They were pearly whites, as if brushed regularly. The way the boy spoken and acted didn't seem as such but his appearance spoke a story of wealth. A wealthy pickpocket? How odd.

"Ah, that'd be useful, innit? My ears never did me any favors anyway, I could scare all the children that keep pesterin' me." He scrunched his nose a little and tilted his head the other way. "And maybe you should take up the dancin', mum. That'd make you a lot more than rats." He snickered again and turned around, his back facing her. He scratched at his head suddenly and ravenously for only a moment before dropping his hand and looking back at her.

"Have fun with your hexes 'n shit!" He said with a worried smile. Worried? How odd. He was the face of calm before. He swung his head the other way and stumbled forward, a few sailors bumping into him as they passed by. He closed his eyes momentarily and swallowed.

"Maybe I'll come s-see ye tomorrow. I've got a few more days here..." He said a bit quieter before another person shoved him aside to get to where they were going. "Pardon..." He said quietly.
Elissa
Mouse
Tonate Proper

Cecily-Edith had approximately 2 and a half brain cells. If she was expected to catch on to the fact that the boy was a little too well dressed for thievery.

And it was taking all of her strength not to wring the little fucker's neck and string him to a flagpole. Perhaps her temper was getting a little out of control though.

A laugh bubbles from her mouth as the kid stumbled forward from the sailors. At least there was some karma served today,"Come back and I'll push you over the dock!" She warned after him.
John
Ichabod Sigmar
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Ichabod looked at her with a furrowed brow before getting pushed out of the way again, nearly falling flat this time. He shook his head and stepped back into the small bubble her rats had created from people trying to avoid them. He stumbled forward a bit too much and directly *Into* Mouse, Making a small "Oof" Sound as he clung onto her. It was up to her to not have them topple over.

"Don't be rude." He seethed through his teeth, trying to push himself away from her but given his shitty balance at the moment, seemed to make things worse.