Does this kid actually think he's being intimidating? Anthony couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in exasperation. As the kid darted away again, he tensed up, absolutely ready to sprint after the bastard yet again, only to see the kid fall forward onto the ground just as he turned a corner. Sighing, Anthony walked towards him. The longer this encounter goes on, the less he is angry and the more he pities the street rat. "Alright, then," he looked at him. "get up off the ground." When he was a kid he certainly wasn't this shoddy of a pickpocket.