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[text] How very thoughtful of you~

[text] You really should make a habit of that, you know. It’s quite annoying having to pick the lock every time I wish to drop by.

[text] I’ll be there in a minute~

And, almost exactly a minute later, the window was pushed open and an utterly amused thief slipped inside, shooting the room a brief glance, before his eyes settled on the blonde. A wide grin settled on his lips as his amusement grew and he slowly arched a brow.

“Did you find your wallet and the catnip?”

Hakuba looked up from his desk where he was half sprawled upon, groggy and tired. “Oh… it’s you…” he mumbled and leaned back in his chair, which threatened to topple over in the process. He reached for the desk and missed, fingers barely tapping the edge, but somehow he stayed upright – the briefcase propped against it, perhaps. “Wallet..” He closed his eyes to concentrate. “Ah yes. On the floor… catnip in the nightstand drawer." 

He paused at that, thinking again. ”…that rhymed, I think.“

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[text] Well, it could certainly involve blankets in /some/ way, if you’d like~
[text] Did you check your desk?
[text] Or perhaps your jacket?
[text] I believe I found it in your bathroom once too

[text] comeh lp me find it yousneaky cat
[text] then wehide it then blnkets
[text] mkae me tea ihave catnip;s foryou somewhere

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notallcatsaregood replied to your post:Bother me~ //A WILD SYLWEN APPEARS

[text] Oh, please. I’d /never/ do anything of the sort~
[text] Silly, drunk detective
[text] That will be one painful hangover later
[text] Would you like me to come over and /take care/ of you~?

[text] dosi t nivolve a blankfet fort?
[text] ketty soundsn ice
[text] nfedd to hiddemy walelet from yu forist tho
[text] bllody hell wehrs is it

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notallcatsaregood replied to your post “What would you do if you heard loud violin screeching coming from next door at 2 in the morning?”

“Oh, please,” the thief huffed indignantly, arms crossing. “I am hardly /needy/. And if I wanted your attention, trust me, /that’s/ not how I would go about it…” And cue one wide smirk and a shameless wink. //gdi sylwen

“Oh, is that a fact? And just how would you get my attention, then?” It was always dangerous to ask such questions of rotten thieves, Hakuba knew, but he couldn’t help it. Something about that cat had him curious, brow quirking, smirk set lop-sided and smug.  "I honestly would not be surprised if you tried a tactic such as that simply to set my teeth on edge.“ 

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What would you do if you heard loud violin screeching coming from next door at 2 in the morning?

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“Next door as in… the room next to mine? It ought to be empty, as there are only three of us living in this enormous house. Who’s broken in? What are they doing? Why are they murdering that poor instrument?!”

“…and then I would wonder if it’s that wretched cat burglar again, trying to get my attention. Bloody feline, always so needy…”

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The low rumble of a car drawing closer made Sylwen stiffen, just slightly, blue eyes flickering in the direction of the sound. Fingers began to slip down towards the whip attached to his belt, because even if his head would’ve been missing, he wouldn’t have gone down without a fight and he had no intention of doing so now either and—

—and then his mind finally registered that familiar voice.

Realization, relief, exhaustion and part amusement flooded through him and he let out a quiet breath as he allowed his hand to drop from the handle of the whip and down onto the ground, head slowly, carefully, tipping backwards to rest against the wall. Lips once more quirked into a tired grin and, in response to the detective, he simply meowed.

The detective let out a sighing breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and he smirked, rolling his eyes. Good, he was still conscious enough to be a jackass. That was some comfort, anyway. 

Hakuba approached directly, gaze travelling over the area for any suspicious activity. Ultimately, though, he shrugged off his overcoat and huffed, offering it to him. 

“Can you walk? Shall I carry you?”

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The gentle vibrating of his phone against his thigh made the thief force his eyes open, gaze darting downwards as the hand not currently occupied with applying pressure to the wound on his side clicked the message open.

That was faster than he’d expected. …Probably. Maybe. …Had he dozed off? Not…impossible. Bad. Not good. Focus. No more catnaps. No matter how tempting. Write.

[text] outside. btween wareoseg

[text] warehouse 12 an 13

He pulled the car to a stop in the alley, leaving it running as he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. Hakuba wasn’t sure what the damned thief had done or who could be watching, but his car wasn’t exactly the most subtle thing anyway, so it was best to snatch him up and leave post-haste. The long coat he wore brushed against the back of his legs as he pulled the driver’s seat down, folding it to make room.

That was the worst part about coupes; with the top down, putting anything in the back seat was awkward. Oh well. He knew that Sylwen was, above all things, flexible. 

Then he searched the dark.

“Here, kitty kitty…" 

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notallcatsaregood:

[text] arnt u just a sweetipie~

Sylwen’s lips quirked into the barest hint of a grin, because no matter the situation – or his own condition – teasing the blonde never seemed to get old.

[text] mght take a lil befoer ill get to i im afraid

Hakuba didn’t bother to reply. With how quickly he was driving, even looking at his phone would be dangerous. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the officers in the area knew his car and knew, as a result, that if Saguru were speeding, it was probably for good reason. And even if not, he was the Superintendent General’s son which meant more headaches, paperwork, and dirty looks for themselves, as much as they wanted to teach that spoiled brat a lesson.

Fortunately, the detective reduced speed to the legal limit as soon as he was off of the highway, coasting to side streets on the way to the harbor. And, once in the area, his pace became almost casual as he searched for signs of his… … … … friend?

[text] I’m here. Where are you?