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"HUH." a light-haired brunette patted his pockets, his brows slightly furrowed as he patted around all of this pockets — including his uniform. "?" his twin brother looks at him with a questioning gaze, watching seiryu continuously dig through all of the possible pockets on his clothes.
"huh..?" he repeats. he had sworn he put his wallet back inside his pocket, so where could it have gone? or did he think he placed it back in his wallet and mistakenly left it behind? "uryu, wait here. i'll be back in a sec."
"..."
uryu watches as his twin brother, seiryu run back inside the convenience store they were in, to find his lost wallet. his brows slightly furrowed at his brothers action, clearly remembering how he had seen him slip his wallet back into his pocket just earlier.
he didn't get pick-pocketed, did he?
he reverts back his attention after hearing his brother scurrying back with no luck, a frown on his face and he sighed.
uryu glances at him with a gaze, lifting a brow.
"yeah.. i probably did get pick-pocketed." seiryu sighs, facepalming himself for not noticing the moment he felt his pocket get lighter. his brother offers him a pat on the back, attempting to reassure his older brother. just as seiryu opened his mouth to speak again, the two heard a commotion not too far from where they stood.
"AH! GIVE IT BACK—MY PURSE!" a female shouts ahead from where the twins stood, capturing their attention as they perk up—an answer to seiryu's stolen wallet. their eyes wander to the male who ran off with the female's purse, a blue hoodie.
the twins cast eachother a knowing glance, ready to catch the pick-pocketor who decided to steal wallets. a step forward and they were taken aback at the firm shove as a figure seemed to rush past them, a harsh gust of wind blowing their hair, enough for it to actually scrape their cheeks and hurt.
"woah!" seiryu let out a sound of surprise, his eyes quickly wandering to the bolting figure, noting that they carried a katana on their hip. "...." uryu remained silent, his eyes gazing over at the figure's actions—who paused for a moment in their chase, before bringing momentum in their legs leaped forward, enough to close the distance between the man who tried to flee with the stolen purse.
(ㅤ⁺˳✧ .ㅤ)
her foot reached the back of the male, sending his figure flying forward and landing on the pavement as he grazed his hands from the impact, drawing blood. "urgh!" he groans in deep pain from the impact.
"got you."
he immediately reacts in panic, knowing he's been caught. "g-get off me!"
