troye mellet is a thief, and a damn good one at that. most have heard of him. most don't understand him. and jacob bixenman is the fbi agent who can never seem to catch him.

"mum!" "i want this!" "no! i want this!" i fuss, throwing a fit in the middle of the mall. foot stomping, shoulder shaking, flushed cheeks, i went all out. "quit it tok! or i'm gonna call krampus on you!" dad scolds. never did i think he actually would.