Snippet #2705979

Simon was taken aback by the 'you smell like poverty' comment, confusing him for a moment as he tried to imagine what that even meant. As far as he was concerned, they all smelt pretty bad. He shrugged it off, deciding it is not worth his time to mull over the words of Axel of all people. Instead, he got to work on thinking of how to get them inside the Wasps' Hive. Breaking in was probably out of the question, as if they were caught there'd be hell to pay. The risk heavily outweighed the reward. The smarter move would probably be to lift some marks from some poor, unsuspecting sap. Piper was a good candidate for that, but she was watching them, so stealing from her would be pretty difficult. Simon turned his attention to the people in the street around them. He needed an easy target, one that he and Axel could get in just a minute, because he really didn't want to be wasting a lot of time with this.

After a moment of scanning the crowd, Simon snapped his fingers and gave a satisfied, mischievous smirk, having found a suitable target for pick-pocketing. He turned to Axel, his grin widening, "Alright, Axel, let's just get some money, eh?" He said, tilting his head over towards the crowd, subtly motioning towards one person in particular. A boy that looked to be considerably younger than all of them, maybe eleven or twelve, stood looking towards the Hive with awe. He was dressed poorly, but Simon spotted the obvious lump in his back pockets of a wallet, likely containing the marks he hoped to use to get into the Hive and watch a play himself. Lucky for them, he left himself wide open for it to be lifted from him.

"You get in front of that kid and make sure you keep his attention, I'll just sneak around and snatch what is rightfully ours," He chuckled, waggling his fingers as if warming them up. It had been awhile since he had done anything that required a deft hand like pick-pocketing or lock-picking, but he knew he still had it in him.