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minglingworlds2018-08-04 04:52 pm
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when your sister has enough of your dumb hermit tendencies ( alfendi | kat )
[ Finding himself with a bit of free time in between cases, Alfendi passes the time tinkering with his crime scene simulation machine. Upgrades to be done, old crime scene data to be downloaded and filed away... It’s busywork he would delegate to his assistant, if he weren’t so insistent on doing things his own way.
...But he is, alas. It is how he finds himself, holed up in his deep, out-of-the-way office in Scotland Yard.
There is a knock at the door to interrupt his process, but he only narrows his eyes in annoyance, barely sparing a glance. ]
Come in. [ In a sigh: ] Honestly, Lucy, I thought we were past the point of knocking.
[ Hell, after what happened at Forbodium Castle, she probably deserved her own set of keys. He should probably do something about that... hm. ]
...But he is, alas. It is how he finds himself, holed up in his deep, out-of-the-way office in Scotland Yard.
There is a knock at the door to interrupt his process, but he only narrows his eyes in annoyance, barely sparing a glance. ]
Come in. [ In a sigh: ] Honestly, Lucy, I thought we were past the point of knocking.
[ Hell, after what happened at Forbodium Castle, she probably deserved her own set of keys. He should probably do something about that... hm. ]
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and now that she has her brother validating her and taking her side, kat points to him, still with frustration on her face.) Exactly! We both reach the same conclusion in the end, so why does it matter so much how I got there? I still work.
(at least she can't tease him about being a hermit anymore, now that he's not hissing at sunlight and getting rashes at the fresh air.) Was she ever right?
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But instead, he just shrugs. ]
Some criminals are easier to spot than others.
[ In other words: yes, she was right sometimes, when she was brave enough to try. ]
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but she sees that attitude, leaning over with a teasing smirk.) She's right a lot, isn't she?
(homie, don't be like that, just admit she's good at her job.)
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He smiles like the proud goddamn mentor he is. ]
She's certainly proven herself, if that's what you want to hear.
[ By now they've arrived at Aleks's, surely? ]
...Speaking of which, do remind me to bring her something. She'll be insufferable if I come back empty-handed.
[ Alfendi, stop exaggerating. ]
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he's also her brother and sibling fights are always between brats.) Heehee, it is!
(YOU NED TO ADMIT FEELINGS ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU HAVE AROUND YOU, ALFENDI. ADMIT YOU CARE AND VALUE THEM.
there's delighted laughter as kat barrels into the store, greeting aleks with a quick hello and an excited demand to see his newest creation.
completely ignoring alfendi, you know, the guy she dragged into this.)
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He is perfectly happy distracting himself with the giant cake that looks like a teddy bear. He hates so much that he has such a strong urge to pick it up and hug it... ]
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as she makes small talk with aleks, admiring his new work and planning to take home at least 5 pastries for herself, he brings up a rather interesting topic. in a sort of hushed tone, the baker asks if kat is familiar with the rumor spreading around the area. it manages to distract her from the pastries, an inquisitive look on her face.) Rumor? I haven't heard anything... what's it about?
(aleks begins to go into detail, recalling several witness who swear to seeing gloomy, shadowy figures wandering the streets at night. kat clearly seems doubtful at first, until aleks then mentions that if the figures are ever approached, they simply disappear into thin air, or vanish through walls.
kat is silent for a moment before her eyes literally begin sparkling, and there's nothing but excitement in her face.) Do you mean ghosts!?
(without waiting for an answer, kat whips around to look at alfendi, this is exact expression drilling holes into him.) Alfendiiiiiiiiii.
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Ghosts don’t exist.
[ Zombies don’t either. Yet still, he continues, trying his best not to seem too interested: ]
......What streets do they wander?