when your sister has enough of your dumb hermit tendencies ( alfendi | kat )

[criminalistic]

[ 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. ]

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[criminalistic]

[ THIS IS FINE...... no, really, Alfendi is perfectly happy being sidelined. Recall that he didn't really want to come in the first place!! Yeah, he's more okay with it now, but his feelings on the matter haven't really changed.

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... ]

[ladylayton]

(alfendi, don't hug the teddy bear or you'll have to buy it. kat refuses to bail you out of this.

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.

[criminalistic]

[ Alfendi is listening. Of course he is listening, even as he is idly admiring the teddy bear cake. He recognizes the charm in her voice when he is addressed, and he responds flatly, just to set the record straight. ]

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?