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[text] didn realize u cared tha much bout me detextive
[text] ure such a cutie~
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[text] Shit. What did you do this time? I’ll be there in approximately 10 minutes, depending on traffic. I swear to god, kitty…
Not Quite His Special Guest
Catlad pressed himself against the wall right beside the door, eyes cautiously glancing through the crack. He didn’t move. Not now. Not yet.
The little glimpse he’d gotten of the other man – blonde, young – had shown that he was unarmed, as far as he could tell, and while there didn’t seem to be any risk in making himself known, he had learnt much too early that it sometimes was better to be cautious.
Besides.
The other had said ‘if’.
He wasn’t sure whether Sylwen was actually here or not and that, if anything, was enough to make a small smirk tug at the thief’s mouth. If he didn’t alert the blonde to his presence, he’d leave, and Catlad could continue with what he came here to do, undisturbed. Hopefully. If he was careful.
Now all he had to do was wait.
When silence was all that answered him, Hakuba huffed. He felt a little foolish… not because he was likely speaking only to himself, but because of course a thief wouldn’t give their position away so readily. They’d have to be a bloody fool to, and anyone who managed to break into the Hakuba Estate had to be at least somewhat competent.
After rolling his eyes at himself, he stepped forward and took hold of the doorknob, pushing it forward to swing it wide open. If there was someone there, they’d have to be flushed, wouldn’t they? And if not, there was no harm in checking. As he moved, briskly, deliberately toward the light switch, he gave a heavy sigh.
“I swear to God if you’re playing another practical joke on me, Kaitou-san, I really will arrest you this time…"
Moan~
Three: Your muse owns mine for two days
“…Huh. Well. This ought to be interesting.” Smirk stretching across his lips, Sylwen tilted his head and winked, playfully holding up both of his hands. “You aren’t going to try turning me in to the police, are you? That would be such a waste of an opportunity, when there are such more interesting things we could do. I’m just saying~”
Well, that was no fun.
Just barely managing to hold back a disappointed pout at the lack of reaction from the blonde, he hummed lightly under his breath and smoothly settled into the other chair. He leaned back and pulled his legs up, curling them beneath himself to get more comfortable.
“Oh, detective,” the thief purred, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he eyed Hakuba with a sly, teasing grin. “I’m afraid that I don’t think you quite have what it takes to own a cat, much less one such as myself. We’re independent and…rather picky creatures, for a lack of a better word.”
"I wonder, chat noir,” Hakuba began again, unable to resist a somewhat dry expression at the significance of that name. “…if you’re at all familiar with police procedurals, or if you’ve been through profiling so many times that you’re simply too bored to pay attention. How am I to understand you if you’re not willing to give me information?"
He sighed. "Or, let me guess; you’d rather teach me about yourself in different ways? Need I remind you that I own you at present…”
He tore his gaze away from the obvious valuables, blue eyes locking onto Hakuba’s back, glinting mischievously. A wide, toothy, sly grin stretched across his lips and just before the blonde could turn the corner, he pounced, turning the detective around to press his back against the nearest wall.
“Well,” the thief purred lightly and leaned in close, breath ghosting against an ear as one clawed finger gently and teasingly brushed along Hakuba’s jawline. “Let’s just say that I’d enjoy myself very much~”
Surprise overtook Hakuba’s expression when he found himself, suddenly, staring face to face with Catlad. Without moving his head, he watched what he could of the claw, gaze drawn and following.
"Aha… So I see.” He knew that this thief was trouble. A lot of trouble. But that somehow never seemed to stop him. He cleared his throat with a little cough, then lifted a hand to push against his shoulder. “Tea, though? Yes?”
“Perhaps it’s because you’ve been hoping I would drop by~” Catlad grinned, playfully, as he moved to follow after the other man, gaze continuously scanning the area as they walked. More out of habit than anything else. You never could be too careful, after all.
"I certainly hope this isn’t all just a trick to arrest me. Is it a trick, detective? Because if so, I might just have to pay you back later~”
"Please. Am I wearing my suit jacket at the moment?” He wasn’t. “I don’t have the handcuffs on me. You’re aware that I don’t officially work for the force. As a private detective, I keep my own hours. Right now is tea time, not catch the cat burglar time."
Hakuba shook his head as he lead the way down the large hallway, ignoring the paintings and other such rich nonsense as he did so. The large, pristine kitchen was just around the corner, past the front receiving area.
"Though, I’m curious: just what would you do if I were to try~?”
The thief merely snorted, expression turning more than just a little amused. Though he made no move to either deny or confirm the blonde detective’s comments. Instead, he watched, blue eyes following Hakuba’s every movement, while slowly, smoothly, slipping from his spot to silently land on the floor. “Tea does sound rather good. You wouldn’t happen to have any catnip tea, would you~?”
Once the files were carefully stacked, Hakuba pushed back from his desk and stepped to the filing cabinet, pulling open a drawer to put them away. “You know, I’ve actually been keeping that in stock lately… oddly enough, though I cannot actually recall why.” He locked the drawer, then slipped the keys in his pocket as he moved for the door to the hallway.
“No one else is home, if you’d like to come with me to the kitchen."
“Not really, no.” That smirk widened and he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, seated comfortably on the windowsill. “Though I highly doubt you’d even be able to /try/ to arrest me, kitttycat. Besides. I’m simply here to…check up on you~”
“Don’t tell me that you’re the type to gather a collection of detectives to play mamma cat for. We’re not your kittens.” Nevertheless, Hakuba calmly turned back to his case files and sorted through them, putting them away. “Would you care for some tea?”
“Tsk, tsk. Really, now,” the cat burglar hummed as he pushed the window open and swung his legs over the ledge, eyes flickering off to the side to land on the still-awake blonde. An amused and teasing smirk tugged at his lips and he lightly tipped his head to the side. “Isn’t it a little /late/ for you to still be up, detective?” //idk omg here have a random Sylwen
“Not really. I have a lot of work to…” Hakuba paused, eyes narrowing as he lifted his head from the casefiles on his desk to glance at the thief — the wrong thief — in his window. “Now, wait just a moment… what are you doing here? Are you trying to get yourself arrested?”
Moan~
Three: Your muse owns mine for two days
“…Huh. Well. This ought to be interesting.” Smirk stretching across his lips, Sylwen tilted his head and winked, playfully holding up both of his hands. “You aren’t going to try turning me in to the police, are you? That would be such a waste of an opportunity, when there are such more interesting things we could do. I’m just saying~”
The detective considered for a moment, brow raising.
“I’m certain that you’re right, but I’ll let you work on those implications a bit while I decide on my next step. I’m loathe to turn someone as interesting as you over to the police right away, regardless… not before I’ve been able to uncover your motive and moral character. I should like to build a profile.”
Thus, he gestured to one of the arm chairs in front of the fireplace, and withdrew the little black book from inside of his suit jacket’s pocket, followed by a pen.
“I must confess that I’ve never owned a cat before; I think this would be a good opportunity to learn. Once you’ve properly settled there,” he said, cautiously moving to sit in the other chair, “I’d like you to tell me about yourself.”