( he's called Snagglefoot. Snagglefoot Miffen. even Kate has a hard time keeping a wholly straight face at that, her lips pursing and brows raising in an attempt to stave off the snort of laughter and look like she's instead scandalised by his thieving attempts.
the rest of the briefing passes in silent nodding and soon enough, they're pushed on out with a note on the direction he was last seen running. )
thievery y/n?
the rest of the briefing passes in silent nodding and soon enough, they're pushed on out with a note on the direction he was last seen running. )
They were miffed.
( what? it was right there. )