[I felt it was time to retire Hugsy. I will keep the blog up, but won’t check it rarely if ever.]

[I felt it was time to retire Hugsy. I will keep the blog up, but won’t check it rarely if ever.]

Tog: *Looks over from where she was talking to Photograph* Thank you. *Stands up and walks over to take it* Now, never steal from us again.

“Yeah yeah, I never steal from people who have caught me…that would just be stupid and suicide…” -I hand it over, looking away slightly under my mask…what a reputation I am building for myself…by the end of my interactions…everyone is going to hate me…but old habits die hard, I walk away without a word.-

Tog: *Shakes her head and mutters* This would've been easier if he'd told me straight away.

-I come back a few hours later, looking for Tog, taking the voice recorder from my pocket- “I’m back, and I found it!”

Tog:*Stares at Hugsy for a moment* Then go get it. Quickly.

“Fine fine…” -I sigh and run off toward home to retrieve the voice recorder-

Tog: *Sighs* He needs it back.

“I told you I would get it and bring it back, I may be a thief but that doesn’t mean I won’t return things once I am caught…I still need to make a living too you know and the only place to get supplies is at the camp…”

Tog: Well, I'm going with you seeing as I don't trust you. But I won't wear a blindfold. It's not like I'll want to find you again. Unless you steal again.

“Then I’m not going…” -I cross my arms-

Tog: Then I'll come with you.

“Er….I would rather not show someone where I live, a thieves hide out…it’s meant to be secret…the last person I took their wore a blindfold when I led them…”

Tog: Well, you're the only person who could've taken it. And RAsputin told me about how you hugged him and attempted to steal his knife.

“…..fine. But I don’t have it on me, it’s at home. So I’ll have to go retrieve it from there and bring it back…”

Tog: He's searched everywhere. He even managed to get Schet to help him. And I believe you stole it. So if you could give it back, it would be much appreciated.

-I examine the person before me from behind my mask- “But I don’t have it…” -I let false hurt sneak into my voice, but it wasn’t a lie, it would be back at my ‘house’-

Tog: I look after Photograph and he told me that someone who looks very much like you hugged him and then later on he could not find his voice recorder anywhere.

“A voice recorder…? Oh dear….I hope he finds it. Must be important.” -I shift my stance into one of false concern-