Wanderer watched as Anon put the handcuffs on him. Despite his situation, a small smirk was plastered onto his face, his expression falsely nonchalant.

He simply did the next best thing he could think of to grab Anon’s attention, which was, of course, stealing his mora pouch.

Now, Wanderer knows there are probably so many better ways he could try to flirt with the stupidly hot person pinning him down, but he decided to go with this.

His mind, ready to manipulate paired with the most charming of tones - Wanderer was ready to talk his way out of this situation.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer it if our positions were switched right now?” A small intake of air, followed by a snicker, “How about you at least tell me your name before doing something as bold as handcuffing and restraining me?”