miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
Ari/Aud/Miles | 12:00pm
Miles had no such advantages, unfortunately — he’d always nursed the thought that female thieves had a slightly better time of it, as men tended to underestimate them and would welcome casual touches from a pretty woman, a hand ghosting across a forearm or resting on a shoulder. It was simple: men were easy to lead around by the nose. They could be incredibly simple creatures, even he had to admit (and the man knew where his own weaknesses lay, knew the exact exploitations that people could wriggle their way into when it came to Miles Baines).
But the fact remained: she was far ahead of him, so by the time their twenty minutes elapsed and he trudged back from the most frenetically speedy pickpocketing and purse-snipping he’d done in years, the mime was shaking his head. He could already sense that the weight of the coinpurse in his pocket, augmented by his spree through the crowds, wasn’t as full as he’d have liked it to be. But he was ready for the counting, grudging as he was.
And he wouldn’t be Miles if he wasn’t insufferably cocky about it, still.
“I’ll be quite ready for my backrub,” he declared, as they found a three-person bench down a sidestreet to sit and count their spoils.