((Sorry this post took so long. I should have written it a while ago, but my muse was making itself difficult to contact for a while >_>;))<br/><br/>After wandering down various alleys and sidewalks, Garret and Kyne finally reached their first destination: Main Street. It wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">literally</span>named that way, but it was one of the most commonly used streets in town and Garret had a tendency to refer to it as such. Cafes and restaurants lined the walls, and there were never less than a few dozen heads roaming around, some more occupied than others. It was those distracted people, often businessmen taking a call, that provided the perfect opportunity for breakfast.<br/><br/>Casually shoving his hands into his pockets, Garret strolled down the street, his sharp eyes darting every which way to determine the easiest prey. Before long, he passed dangerously close to a sophisticated-looking (although very short) man whose attention was currently absorbed elsewhere, and because of it, he was soon relieved of the uneaten croissant that had, until moments before, rested on his plate. With a grin, Garret tore a small piece off and held it over his shoulder to an eagerly awaiting Kyne, who snatched it up and made short work of it, mewing happily in response. "Gets easier every day," Garret chuckled as he took his own chunk out of the pastry. The two continued their walk in relative silence, sharing bites of the food until it was no more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey! Garret!"</span><br/><br/>The sudden voice caused Garret to slowly come to a stop, and before long he turned to face the source of it. Walking down the street towards him was a familiar face; short, sophisticated, and with a head of lengthy golden-blonde hair. The same man he had stolen a meal from moments ago. More specifically, the voice belonged to Richard, Garret's long-time partner in crime. He stood at only 4'11" and was surprisingly young for someone of his skill, being a master with electronics and security systems. Richard was the guy Garret went to when he needed to get in and out without worrying about those details.<br/><br/>"I see you're still stealing from the Rich," Richard said with a smirk as he caught up, amused at his own small joke.<br/>"Some things never change," replied the other with a grin.<br/>"Walk with me, Garret. How did the heist go?"<br/>"Not as planned," Garret responded with a small frown. "I got a little too risky, tried to steal from an occupied room."<br/>Richard's eyebrow raised at this. "Can't say I've ever seen you frown before," he said bemusedly, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand. "Something else on your mind, Garry?"<br/>His frown deepened at that. "I told you not to call me Garry. It sounds stupid," he complained, although the faint trace of a smile could be seen on his lips. His cohort returned the gesture, taking another sip of coffee, and the two shared a few moments of silence.<br/>"...So?"<br/>"No. There was nothing else. I got caught and I high-tailed it out, simple as that. Had to leave the loot behind, and.. Shit!"<br/><br/>The last word was practically shouted, causing Richard to jump in surprise and eliciting a mew of confusion from Kyne. The two were now walking on a significantly less crowded street, and it was only now that Garret realized they were walking only a few feet away from the same girl he had attempted to rob last night. Garret grabbed Richard by the arm and started walking in a different direction, trying to put some distance between them and hoping she hadn't already noticed him.<br/>"Garret, what-?"<br/>"Shh! I just saw the girl who caught me last night," he whispered through gritted teeth. He was in a more casual outfit now, and the lighting on the previous night was far from perfect, but he wasn't about to take any chances.