choji carries with it an air of tranquility and peace that's only disturbed by the sound of rapid footsteps. tonight, he's the cause of the disturbance as he sprints down a somewhat empty alleyway with a single person in tow. he jumps over a fallen trashcan and as he lands his foot causes a puddle to splash, dirtying his favorite shoes. 

"fuck sake—" he says as he peers down at the damage. he's not allowed a single second to himself as the person chasing him edges closer. the person screams out profanities, insulting not only theo, but also his mother; his mother, of all people! that upsets him enough to get him to change his game plan.

theo abruptly stops in his tracks and turns in one motion, tackling the man by his stomach to the ground. he quickly mounts his attack, throwing a punch right into his jaw. "you just don't give up, do you?" he sighs, then punches him again, knocking him out cold.

it's sloppy from him, but poaching is a sloppy business that demands compromise. with a stolen pokemon in tow, he whistles a tune as he steps out of the alleyway.

the first person he sees after a solid ten minutes of walking is a medium who has a stall set up. theo's normally the person who steals, not the person who gets stolen from. but, he'll allow himself to get scammed this one time. he's curious as to how his fortune is looking.

he sits down across from her. "evening, how you doing?" he extends his palm out, whether for a handshake or for her to read is up to her to decide. "i'm ready for my reading. how does this work? do you want to take my money now? or after you tell me a lie."

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a liar learns how to discern lies from the truth. it's a skill that's acquired, and it's a skill theo is well acquainted with. he notices the smile on her face despite his attitude, which is something he could respect.

"you gotta stay cynical, otherwise people take advantage of you." 

he speaks from experience. regardless, he lets her do her business because it's her way of living. "but, you're right. let's be optimistic tonight." he spares her a smile and watches her fan her hands over her paraphernalia. her shrill hands catch his attention, garnering a raise of an eyebrow in response.

"gods, kid, how old are you? your hands look like they're sixty or some shit."

optimistic, he reminds himself. breathing in, he extends his palm out for her to read. "i like your confidence, but be careful with it." he flashes her another smile.

"impress me."

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