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[thiefprinceremy]

The Thief was back once again, just stepping through the door, hair dusted with rapidly melting snowflakes, grinning like... well, rather like a cat that's had the canary, and the cream, and blamed the mess on the dog.

He perched himself at the bar, grinning further when a mug of coffee and a plate of chocolate beignets appeared, giving the bartop a pet, "Merci petit, you're a gem."