Ah rain. No one would want to come play his rigged games in this weather which mean it was time for plan B. Magnus scanned the scattered crowds of people as he searched for a mark. The damned water kept dripping down his face to his eyes however, boy did he need an umbrella. The tan jacket he wore might have been fairly waterproof but the hood kept blowing off in the wind and thus did nothing for keeping his head dry. That was the last time he invested in a cheap raincoat.

Tucking his hands in his pockets he shook some water from his shaggy black hair. It was well above his shoulders but the front was getting long enough to be getting in his eyes and that probably didn't help either. It would soon be time for a haircut to, another expense that would need paying for, boy did he need that mark to come along soon. And then he spotted the boy, some stupid blonde wearing an eye patch? Probably wanted to make himself look tough, Magnus mused to himself as he invented a story for the boy. A silly tale about tripping over his mommy's skirt and gouging his eye on the coffee table. Magnus chuckled to himself, he did love coming up with stories for strangers.

Taking in a breath and letting it out slowly, Magnus hunched in his shoulders and join the scurrying crowd of people who seemed to be trying to escape the rain. He feigned to be in a hurry like the rest of them, seeking the shelter of home as quickly as possible. Personally Magnus actually enjoyed the rain, it made everything smell so crisp and brought a wonderful feel to the air. Now was not the time however to be caught up in weather, the mark was growing closer with every step and-bump. Magnus' shoulder collided with Ferox's while the thief's right hand slipped nimbly to his mark's pocket the left caused a distraction on Ferox's arm as he gave it a pat, "ah, sorry lad" he mumbled his apologies before moving along, instantly scanning for the nearest alley to vanish down now that he had the boy's wallet.