"Hey you! Gonna pay for that there?" Kenta looked up into the puffed up, fuming red face of the fat baker he'd swiped a pastry off of.
"Who me?"
"Yes you!"
"Not I!"
"Then who?!"
"THE BAKER stole the cookie from the cookie jar!!" Kenta laughed and leap-frogged over the baker's head, right out the door with another plate of pastries.
"THIEF! CATCH THE THIEF!!!" The baker shouted as soon as he'd recovered and readjusted his chef's hat.
Kenta grinned from the side of the building he'd ducked by and ate a pastry nonchalantly as he watched the fat baker huff past. "Perfect opportunity to go back!" He said to himself, walking back to the bakery and helped himself to a few more pastries. "Heh, they fall for it every time!"
Chuckling merrily, Kenta strolled out of the shop and walked smack dab into a short, brown-haired boy.
"You didn't pay for that!" The stranger accused.
Kenta threw an arm around the boy, who was wearing the weirdest clothes. "Well…technically. But I have reasons." He said, guiding the boy away from the bakery and into the milling crowd. "Ya see…that guy owes me some money so I'm just taking what he owes. It's not even like he doesn't have any money, he has tons of it hoarded away but he cheated me and overprices everything so I'm kind of like a hero, robbing the rich and giving to the poor kind of thing!"
The boy did not look convinced. "It's still dishonest. And you're giving it to yourself, not the poor." He pointed out.
"Hm. You do have me there." Kenta admitted. "But I lured him away from his shop so everyone ELSE can have some too!" He declared happily.
The boy looked back at the shop and indeed, people were pouring in and out with all sorts of baked goods and utensils. The baker had rushed back and was frantically trying to retrieve his goods to no avail.
"That's stealing!" The boy said, aghast.
"Only if you think about it that way. You could also call it taking without returning, borrowing permanently, or you could say the baker is investing in my company…as soon as I get one, that is." Kenta corrected. "Here, have a pastry!" He generously crammed a tart in the boy's mouth. "So what was your name again?"
