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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. ]
...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. ]
