joker's always wild
but I just can't smile without you
Although it was too early to burglarize homes, the early morning was arguably one of the best times to steal from businesses not yet opened to the public; not to mention the best time to pickpocket people, according to the green-haired petite with the orange bandana. It was the time where people were bustling off to work, or they were still waking up, both of which made the perfect victims to steal from, based on her five years of thievery anyways. Engloria happened to be home of so many rich nobles, it kind of made it easy pickings.
Sitting criss-crossed on top of a roof, Emi watched the beautiful city awakening below, her dark green eyes bearing a hint of amber in her irises from the reflection of the early morning rays. There was a determined smile that drew across her lips as she eyed the successful businesses below. Although most would never believe her to be one with plans, everything she did was all part of her plan: One day, she will be rich, she’ll be well-known and successful, and she’ll never have any problems at all.
The adrenaline rush of surviving wasn’t a problem for the streetrat that lived in the streets for so many years, of course, the real problem was not being successful or even being close to it. She’d never impress Pomme at this rate, much less herself. A sigh escaped her lips as she rested her cheek onto her fist that was propped up and resting on her bent knee, her fist effectively squishing her cheek in a cherubic way. A smile of amusement did spread along her lips though, when she noticed the comical way that a tall man twirled about these gruff people moving the furniture. The golden glimmer of what looked like a lamp suddenly caught the thief’s eyes that blinked with interest, causing her chin to slowly lift up away from its resting position on her fist as her smile across her lips curved impishly upon noticing that this tall man was actually an elf.
Emi knew better than to pickpocket an elf while he was peering out the bakery, given that he wasn't going to stare that long by the time she'd get there. She'd have to distract him somehow. She also wasn’t going to bump into the elf to steal the golden item and risk him immediately check his pocket for the missing item. No, she was going to do something far more satisfying for this elf prick. She was going to steal it right under the elf's snobby nose or at least faster than his snobby nose could turn away in disdain.
After she jumped onto a shorter rooftop then used a parkour flip to bravely free-fall off the roof, she rolled onto the ground before standing up again, patting herself of the dust with a triumphant grin. Then, the thief in the black tank top and striped orange and green shorts casually strolled over to the window. Immaturely sticking out her tongue at him when he wasn't looking, the petite thief then peered through the window. “Ya know.. If you think the view’s great, just wait ‘til you check them out inside..” Emi mused to him in a friendly tone of voice before peeking over at him with a jovial smile. The thief may not have stealth like most thieves, but her expertise was treating people like she knew them for the longest time. “The pastries aren’t that bad either..” She whispered jokingly to him before glimpsing back at the bakery window with a soft giggle. She wouldn't be surprised if these bakery boys were what really attracted people to the bakery..
"They have something called... Italian bread," Emi mulled on the name with a curious tone of voice at that word. "It’s pretty popular. People swear by it,” She added with a bright smile. "Pfft! That reminds me of a joke!" A hand reached over her lips to stifle the giggling at the joke that she was already laughing at before she could even begin. With a clearing of her throat, she attempted to tell him the joke:
"Okay. One day, this guy goes up to the baker and says: 'they say that your Italian bread is life-changing. I want three loaves!' Then, the baker says: 'Ey, are you sure you want three? This is fresh Italian bread. By the time you get to the third loaf it'll be hard as a rock!" Emi comically overdramatized her imitation of a particular baker, even using a pinch of her fingers at her thumb and waving it in a dramatic gesture. She stopped her imitation shortly afterwards with a bright smile and then continued her joke story: "Suddenly, the man’s romantic partner speaks up: “Finally! If you won’t pay the baker, then I will!” Instantly, Emi clutched at her abdomen over her smiley faced corset as she laughed at the innuendo of the Italian bread being life-changing by causing people to get a more satisfying love life by making "it" be hard, “And don’t get me started on cannolis!”