brushes by him casually, humming an old tune.

eyes him as he walks by. "..."

blatantly ignores him as he tucks his hands back in his pockets. Fingers running over the coins he'd taken.

huffs, turning to go back on his way, putting his hands in his pockets...only to realize his money is gone. He whirls around.

huffs and turns around to go on his way, putting his hands in his pockets...only to realize his money is gone. He whirls around.

"Hey! You bastard!"

already half way down the street by now, heading for another small crowd of people.

chases after him, then. When he catches him, he grabs his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. "Bastard!"

ungracefully comes to a stop when his shoulder is grabbed. He spins around and stares at the man. A small grin curving his lips. "Where?"

narrows his eyes at him. "YOU, you bastard! Give me my money back!" ...he has no qualms about punching this man in the face.

tilts his head to the side questioningly before glancing over his shoulder. "What money?" He has no qualms about returning said punch.

grabs his collar, bringing him closer. "The money you just STOLE from me!"

doesn't react to that as he stares from behind his mask. "How do you know I stole it?" His hands disappear into his black cloak.

huffs. "You're suspicious lookin'. And you bumped into me!" ...because that was reason enough for him.

shrugs a bit. "Well that's perfect reasoning then! I think I'll give you a nice big medal. Now if you told me how much you had... "

...wonders how much he has.

isn't about to tell him how much he has. He knows exactly how much he took.

him a number. Except it's way more than Sadiq actually took.

laughs out loud, folding an arm over his stomach before easily twisting from the man's grasp. "Wrong dear sir, you've lost the game!"

scowls at him. "This isn't a game!"

steps back smoothly and puts his hands up with a wide grin. "No? Cause I think it's a great game!"

glares at him. "How is this a *game*? You *stole* my money!"

turns away from him. "You can't prove that I did. I trust me... you don't want to pick a fight with me." He slips into the crowd with this.

glares after him. He *was* going to track him down and get his money back. He WAS. Just you wait and see.

heads for the nearest pub and slips inside.