(my first post ever! It's been a long time since i've role played.)

Aloysius stepped out of the local locksmith shop. He had just finished showing the smith what he was capable of (by good fortune on this particular day the smith was closing up shop early do to some family comotion. Only by noticing through the dirty quad-paned window that the smith was still inside he attempted a show of his craftsmanship by undoing even the own smiths locks. After a short burst of charged dialog the smith's surprised anger was quelled and a job was offered). Seemed the townsfolk where out more than usual today as he by habit scanned easy targets for a bit of the 'ol tom-foolery. He couldn't help but analyze the weak pockets from the strong. He arrested his urge as he made his way through the mess of dark clothed townsfolk.

"Excuse me, Ma'm!" he called out over the hustle and bustle as a finely complected lass bumped him a bit too hard for her own good. He had caught her by arm before she went down a bit too feircly. "Y'alright?" he called again gazing at her with his green eye. She smiled and curtsied and went about her way. He turned, walking backwards a bit to watch her leave with a gleaming eye of undress. Upon spinning back 'round he collapsed into Asmodeus who very well seemed as if he had been standing on this exact cobblestone square the entire afternoon.

"Excuse me, friend. Didn't...quite see you there.." He managed to say, reclaiming his breath. He was never one to give up clumsiness. It'd be a long day if he kept this up.