You let out a yawn as you drop silently from the tree and walk to the lake to wash up. You've been in Sweden for about six months without much problem. You've mostly taken food sneakily from vendors gaining you some notoriety but not enough for most to care. You finish getting ready as you stomach growls, That's when you smelt it.
Y/n: "Kladdkaka!" This was rare. Not many street vendors made this, It was usually just cafés. You scaled the roof tops to set your eyes on the glorious pastry. As you prepared to make your move you stopped as a loud voice rang out.
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Brigitte: "Come Reinhardt the pastries they sell here are better than anywhere else." You look in their direction to see two tall individuals in immense armor approaching the stand.
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Reinhardt: "Alright Brigitte slow down I'm coming." The old man said yawning as his back audibly clicked. The girl was tall with brown hair and brown eyes. The old man had white hair and one eye. You seen them purchase the whole section of Kladkaka's.
Y/n: "Nononononono I'm getting a damn Kladkaka." You say as you slowly follow them on the rooftops.
Reinhardt: "Brigitte was it necessary to buy all of them?"
Brigitte: "Yes uncle now c'mon we need to get these home to mama and papa."
Reinhardt: "Then shall we race?"
Brigette: "Are you going to crash through the walls again?"
Reinhardt: "Forget it. We're almost there." You notice the pastry atop the bag starts slipping out. Taking full advantage you speed from the roof to them and grab the top one and take off to the sky. But Brigitte whips your wing with her rocket breaking it. You skid across the ground as you turn to your assailers.
Brigitte: "STOP RIGHT THERE PASTRY THIEF!" You spread a wing and block another strike. Your wing would be mended in about five minutes but the challenge was survival.
Y/n: "IS THAT NOT A BIT EXCESSIVE ALL FOR A PASTRY!?!?"
Brigitte: "YOU STOLE A KLADKAKA!"
Y/n: "YOU BOUGHT THEM ALL!!" You feel the mace strikes stop so you look up and see the old man charging at you. "what the FU-AHHHHHHHHHHH" You scream as your pinned and smashed through a wall. You sit up as you armor deactivates. "Once again thanks tyrant." You say sitting up and looking around for the Kladkaka.
