The Detective and the Pickpockets
"Dammit Eren, I said I could be the main one for today!"
"No, not yet, you're going to be the backup, just like always."
"Stop fighting you two. Let's just pick today's target and..."
"We weren't fighting!"
Eren and I both shouted at Mikasa, who was part Oriental - a rare sight to see, that black hair and dark eyes. Not to mention that she's really pretty.
My brother Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman have decided to carry on with our lives as pickpockets. Basically what happens is every Monday and Wednesday Eren takes the wallet when Mikasa and I distract the victim through meaningless chatter. Tuesdays and Thursdays, Mikasa is the pickpocket and Eren and I attract the public's gaze with an argument or such to distract.
"Please, Eren? Mikasa? All I've done is talking or crying or falling down! Please? At least once... Please..."
Eren said nothing, whileas Mikasa blinked once and said quietly, "...okay."
Yes!
"What?! Mikasa!"
"She's not your little sister anymore. She's quick enough, quiet enough, eloquent enough, and most of all Eren, let me repeat this. She is not always going to be your baby sister."
"Oh my goodness, thank you thank you thank you! You won't regret it! Alright, our target is... That guy!"
I randomly pointed at a dark-haired man who was walking across the street. He wasn't that tall, but despite his stature he looked very intimidating. He didn't look like an aristocrat, but judging by the clothes he was wearing he wasn't a commoner either.
"Okay, so you know what to do, right?" said Eren for the hundredth time, looking directly at me. I rolled my eyes and waved his hands away from my shoulders.
"Mikasa and I ask for directions, whileas you fall over on the conversation. I take his wallet when you fall. Scenario complete. We good to go?" I grinned as I crossed my arms confidently. Mikasa nodded as Eren inhaled through his nose shortly, but despite his scrunched eyebrows we took action.
Luckily our target was still in sight, sitting on a bench in front of the fountain. He was drinking something out of a teacup with his legs crossed, and had one arm resting on the bench whileas Mikasa and I approached him slowly.
"Excuse me, sir..." I said with a fake-bashful expression. "My friend and I are lost, and we were wondering if we could ask for directions..."
The man took a sip from his cup and looked up at me, then glanced at Mikasa. I couldn't tell if he was angry or not... actually, he did look quite ticked. Maybe we picked the wrong target? I bit my lower lip, a bad habit of mine whenever I felt uneasy. Eren however, mistook it as the go signal(which didn't officially exist in the first place) and started walking towards us.
"I don't know this area very well. I can't help you." the conversation came to an end, a bad sign for the plan. I gulped, and tried to continue by smiling as naturally as possible.
"That is a very beautiful cravat! Where did you get it? My father would absolutely love it!"
"Don't remember."
The man clearly had no interest in us, and his scrunched eyebrows showed annoyance.
It was then when Eren fell over the man's foot.