Kiht’to yawned and stretched. After several hours out on the streets, people-watching was starting to bore him. His stomach growled and he sighed, anybody would think that with the amount of people out and about on a warm, sunny day like this he would at least have a few gil to his name by now but the people of Limsa Lominsa kept their belongings close to their person.
He slid his hands back into his pockets and propped himself back against the stone wall behind him, catching the steely look of suspicion from a passing Maelstrom officer. He smiled and waved to the officer, who, flustered, immediately averted their gaze. He smirked, sure that the man probably had some passing recollection of him but ultimately couldn’t place him, it had been a long while since he had last been in Limsa.
He yawned again, eyes heavy, the sounds of the city slowly being muffled out by the pleasantly warm sea breeze.
Oh?
Kiht’to’s ears perked up at the unmistakable sound of coins rattling against each other. A coin purse he deduced and a rather full one at that. Now alert, he began to scan the immediate area, eventually glimpsing the back of a young Miqo’te girl with deep purple hair heading in the direction the Drowning Wench, bouncing what seemed to be a small bag up and down in her hand.
He pushed away from the wall and sauntered towards her, eyes fixed on the purse.
“Hey there,†he smiled, fangs showing.
He slid his hands back into his pockets and propped himself back against the stone wall behind him, catching the steely look of suspicion from a passing Maelstrom officer. He smiled and waved to the officer, who, flustered, immediately averted their gaze. He smirked, sure that the man probably had some passing recollection of him but ultimately couldn’t place him, it had been a long while since he had last been in Limsa.
He yawned again, eyes heavy, the sounds of the city slowly being muffled out by the pleasantly warm sea breeze.
Oh?
Kiht’to’s ears perked up at the unmistakable sound of coins rattling against each other. A coin purse he deduced and a rather full one at that. Now alert, he began to scan the immediate area, eventually glimpsing the back of a young Miqo’te girl with deep purple hair heading in the direction the Drowning Wench, bouncing what seemed to be a small bag up and down in her hand.
He pushed away from the wall and sauntered towards her, eyes fixed on the purse.
“Hey there,†he smiled, fangs showing.
