[open] The more laws and order are made prominent, the more thieves and robbers there will be.

[mynameonit]

It's the early hours of the morning the day after everyone arrives at the barracks. As the sun breaks over the trees and sends scattershot yellow light through the mist that drifts lazily within the barracks grounds, a long brown shape darts between the buildings. It's hard to get a good look at it, quick as it is--three feet of stocky body,

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[mynameonit]

There's a loud, indignant chirp and Nomee plunges into view and curls up on top of her pile. She glares at Leonard, makes a sound rather like a squeaky toy that just got stepped on by a horse, and then chatters irritably. All the while she stuffs her stolen stash further into her fuzzy circle of protection.

Not your phone Leonard. Her phone.

[mynameonit]

Such a glare, Leonard. She curls in on herself, sorting through the pile of objects...

And holds out a marker. You can have that, Leonard. It doesn't make fun sounds at her when she steps on it.

[mynameonit]

Nomee picks up the marker, points it at him--and then, as he reaches for his phone, throws it at his head.

She has very good aim.

[mynameonit]

She chirps and bobs her head. It is indeed too much to ask. She picks up the marker again and holds it out.

Be grateful for what you get, Leonard. Or just grab it and run.

[mynameonit]

Nomee squawks in surprise and yanks back. He threw a marker at her! This does not happen. She throws things at people. Not the other way around.

Fortunately for Leonard, the surprise keeps her distracted enough not to chase him. Just chirp, shrill and squawk at his retreat, throwing both markers and the keys after him.

...And then reclaiming all three in a huff.