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I don’t know why but he just enjoys doing this. Maybe it’s his way of dealing with stress or something but he just does it about once every week. Generally he’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then he’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in his bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in his goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from ♥♥♥♥ he finds on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbors and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t think it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.