Thief dust to dust

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'Hey, Papy.' Papyrus continues smiling before Ink walks out from the kitchen too. Papyrus walks out of the kitchen, smiling at me. I open the door, laying on my couch, closing my eyes. I stand up, carrying the money into a nearby black market, selling it with ease and heading home with the money, only stopping once to drop off the required amount at the HQ. I take a large detour, eventually losing the guards and dropping down into an alleyway. I hop from rooftop to rooftop, my reward in my arms, and I run away from the guards of the rich man I just stole from. Ink sits in the chair beside me, tapping his pen against the desk, loudly revealing his current mindset. I turn, studying the other person beside me. A thud drops on the desk next to me, and the teacher makes a noise. I drop my head onto the desk, bored out of my mind. (She's the bold and italic but not underlined paren stuff) Thank StoryMix_Alzula9022 for editing and reacting with me.