sly as a fox

無知の知 ˇ ❝Did you know? Some things can only be seen from behind the mirror.❞ ▬LETS BE FRIENDS beta appt 1 | unit 1 informant

[quadruplor]

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[harakazuyas]

【PPパロ】花宮だらけログまとめ by 蜚

[uirusux-deactivated20141005]

decaf is the devil's blend. // quadruplor+

[uirusux-deactivated20141005]

Virus raised the mug to his lips, sipping the bittersweet liquid a bit begrudgingly when he noticed a bespectacled male arrive and sit in front of him. He peered at him from above his own glasses and drew a convincing smile on his lips. Truth be told, he wasn’t keeping track of the time, and his schedule was cleared for today, so he couldn’t give a rat’s ass on this guy’s tardiness.

"It appears we’re on the same boat in terms of sleep, hm?" Placing the cup back down, he turns himself around and reaches for his messenger back, pulling out a manilla folder with the words "CLASSIFIED" stamped on top. He lazily threw it onto the table and slid it towards the other. "Being an informant is quite time consuming, so lets hope we don’t miss any important details due to our lack of rest."

He took the liberty of opening the folder for himself, revealing several photographs of victims and their houses. Along with it were maps of the victim’s location and how close in proximity the crimes took place. “Here’s the case file for the crime involving that unidentified criminal who’s been breaking into homes with a baseball bat.” Honestly, he couldn’t care anymore if he was speaking a bit too loudly. No one in their right mind would even consider listening to what a pair of informants were talking about, and even if they did, the slightest intervention or interruption would be quite costly for them if they damaged their case in any way.

"It has a connection to the criminal that your unit has been trying to track down, am I right? My teammates suggested that I talk to you and see if we could find any more clues as to who this person is and why our assignments are so identical. If we’re dealing with the same person, then my captain wants both our units to ‘team up.’"

[quadruplor]

"Ahh... is it that obvious?" Fatigue clinging to his voice, he allowed an equally weary chuckle out as he raised his own cup and took a sip. The bitter taste that was to linger on his tongue only reminded him that these mornings were and would be part of his life until the end of his career. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this." 

Complaints were cut short upon laying sight on the folder, eyes still closed in slits but keeping a very tight watch on the other's movements and the materials he was presented with. "Ah, right, that guy—hey, shouldn't ya be a lil' more discreet?" Lightly waving the hand that still held his coffee, Imayoshi crooked a smile. It wasn't like he was a master of discretion, but he certainly knew better. After all, who would be more familiar with eavesdroppers other than a pair of informants themselves? 

A short shrug was given in response to the blond's explanation. "I s'pose so, if that's what they've been sayin'. I mean, I'm not tryin' to knock over our units' efforts, but it seems certain people are growin' a bit desperate with these kind of cases." His free arm came to rest on the table, and he leaned in to the dossier somewhat, giving the map a quick once over nonetheless. It was true that the area both criminals operated in was the same, though. "Guess it's worth givin' it a try." Fingers tapped on the table in an idle manner as he kept silent for a few moments, gaze focused on the map still. "If I'm not mistaken, those break-ins were all in the span of two weeks, right? Seems to me it's maybe too much for just one person."

[quadruplor]

a little help goes a long way → kasamatsu

[kasamxtsus]

Oh now he was really taking the piss. With an expression of utmost boredom painted on his face Kasamatsu flipped his grinning friend off. “Did you really think that would get under my skin? I’m married to my job,” he smiled drily, “the system is the only woman in my life. The day I get a mistress is the day this all collapses.” Waving his hand around at the canteen around them the younger of the two continued on, “even if I did have the inclination to pursue a relationship it would never work. That’s how it is working for MWSPB: Sibyl before everyone.” Besides I’m pretty shit at talking to women. The last time he’d tried to chat someone up he’d stopped before he’d even started. Nervous shaking and a scarlet face was hardly going to seduce anyone; the most he’d get would be a pity date and that was almost worse.

“Danger may be subjective but it’s never a laughing matter. ‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet’ you know.” He tilted his head to the side and sighed. Honestly. Imayoshi may be intelligent but sometimes he just came of f as seemingly reckless. “Roleplaying?” The black eyebrows shot up in surprise as wrinkles marred Kasamatsu’s forehead. Identity theft wasn’t anything new but ever since the system had been implemented it had fallen drastically. It was exceedingly difficult to fool the scanners placed around the city. Hacking into someone’s commufield was easier but still relatively uncommon. And people who had stolen over five identities were even more rare. “Shit. So we’re looking for someone who’s a good actor as well as an accomplished hacker. Maybe even a murderer… even though we haven’t had any missing persons alerts lately. Geez…”

He leaned back and rolled his head from side to side cracking his stiff neck. “And all this coming from District X?” Thoughtful eyes stared into space as Kasamatsu grew silent for a few moments turning the pieces of information that he’d just heard over inside his mind. Fishy. “Imayoshi,” he began quietly still half in his own head, “what exactly do you mean by fishy? Are you implying that there’s more behind these identity thefts than what we see on the surface? If so I think you should tell me.” Even though it’d make things hell of a lot more complicated. Kasamatsu didn’t fancy being the one to talk to the brass about someone stealing people’s lives for some perverse power fantasy and fancied it even less if there was something significantly darker driving the suspect.

[quadruplor]

The rude gesture was met with an amused grin, no other signs of a more elaborate response arising on the informant's features. Even if Kasamatsu was being honest (objective, even; though it somehow felt like his words were but a half-truth), he was really easy to rile up sometimes.

Head coming to rest on both hands, Imayoshi stared at the male opposite for a few seconds before wording what had been his suspicion moments ago. "Are ya bad with women?" A simple and straightforward question. The inspector had requested (almost demanded) he lay off the mind games, right? He could indulge in other's wishes from time to time alright; especially when the situation allowed him to bend the rules in his favour, even if subtly. "Nah, forget it. There's no way ya wouldn't be a ladykiller if ya quote Shakespeare." A hand shifted to hide half of his smile. Depending on his reaction perhaps he wouldn't even need an answer to his inquiry.

As the conversation took a more serious turn, slits opened to offer hints of dark grey. "Ya bet." Vocables held a childish joy to them, as if he was a kid delighted over having a friend struggring to answer the simplest of riddles. "I'll be good and tell ya, okay? Ya see, just to be on the safe side I decided to check on the people I'd managed to learn were involved. I even tried to personally contact some of the first victims, but turns the very first one is nowhere to be found! Weird, ain't it?" He tilted his head to the side in a playful manner, making as if he was entertained by watching his colleague's expression. "This can't possibly be a coincidence, don't ya agree? Or maybe I'm just lookin' too much into it? This much work might be getting to my head..." Letting out a loud sigh, Imayoshi shrugged as he straightened his back and leaned comfortably in to his chair. Now what would the other do? Would he believe that fact had a high chance of being unrelated to their case? Would he firmly believe it was anything but a mere coincidence? Though Imayoshi gunned for the latter, the possibility of Kasamatsu staying impartial on the matter due to the information being scattered and insufficient was still there—

—and that was exactly what made this game so fun.

[quadruplor]

a little help goes a long way → kasamatsu

[kasamxtsus]

Worrywart. A vein throbbed in Kasamatsu’s temple as he grinned darkly. ”The hell are you on about, Imayoshi. There’s no one who’d be worried about you. I just thought it civil to warn you that there will be consequences to your… way of life. Sooner or later our actions will have to be accounted for. I just hope the Sibyl System has something nice in store for you… not that you really deserve it by any means.” A portion of what he said was true: he wasn’t worried about Imayoshi—whatever happened to him was his own problem and fault—but at the same time he’d rather not lose a valuable coworker so… in a way he was worried about him. But it was for a rather selfish reason.

Kasamatsu laughed softly and shook his head slowly before leaning back in his chair once more teetering on the back two legs. His expression was soft and somewhat amused as he regarded Imayoshi with tired yet alert eyes. “You? You had a girlfriend? You must be kidding. I honestly didn’t think you had it in you… and I still don’t. Ha! The day you get a girlfriend is the day I short circuit a drone.” As much as that sounded there was no way that sly devil could ever find someone to put up with him. It was such an amusing image—Imayoshi on a date—that Kasamatsu couldn’t help but chuckle once more. He would almost pay to see him out on a dinner date making small talk and whatnot.

And it was back to reality. Snapping to business mode instantly he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. District X, huh? Figures. Everything eventually led back to that shit hole. “Ah, when have you ever been daunted by danger?” he said with a smirk and pointed a finger at him, “you’d do pretty much anything to get your hands on a piece of really good intel, including wandering around that hell. After all, you get paid to do it so what’s the problem?” Well, the problem would probably be the fact that he could get killed but hey, it was one of the risks of working for the MWSPB. “But in all seriousness,” Kasamatsu’s face grew harder, “what did you find out?”

[quadruplor]

Ah, there weren't words to describe how much he loved seeing the shift in the inspector's features, the change in his demeanor upon being hit by his provocations; his feelings being as obvious in his face as they were in his words. He had to admit it was always less fun to play with someone so honest, but that didn't mean Imayoshi couldn't twist their words at will.

In one swift gesture, he placed a hand over his chest in a rather theatrical manner. "Ya wound me!" Words dripping sarcasm, he still intended to sound as hurt as possible. "Still, I know deep inside ya do care. Ya wouldn't have wasted yer breath warnin' me if ya didn't, am I wrong?" An air of superiority surrounds him as he tilted his head lightly to the side, smirking in anticipation. "But don't ya worry. There will be no consequences. I'm an important piece in this game of tag—a valuable member of society, just like ya."

Seeing the other's stance relax, the informant couldn't help but to mimick him, although a somewhat mischievous mask was still set in place. "Don't hide yerself behind fake skepticism, Kasamatsu. I'm human, too—" Lips parting to let out a gasp, Imayoshi brought a hand to his mouth for a brief moment. "Don't tell me yer jealous! It's okay, not everyone's lucky with love. I'm sure ya will find yerself some nice lady to spend yer life with eventually." Not that he seemed interested in such matters anyway, but letting that chance to tease him further was not something he saw himself capable of affording.

The accusing finger and sharp recrimination only prompted him to appear all the more amused. The ever so strict Kasamatsu Yukio might be too honest, too rigid and too bossy for his taste, but the fact that he had little trouble catching onto him was always thrilling. Perhaps he already knew the fox too well; perhaps he was just a bit like him. "Seems ya got me. What can I say, I've always been ambitious, and I did choose this job on my own free will. 'Sides, danger is subjective. It's not hard find the fun in roamin' that district's rotten streets after a while." For someone like him, at least. "Many things! Where to start, where to start... Let's say this little mouse has a thing for roleplaying—who knows on how many contexts." Leaning forward, he rested both forearms on the table. "As far as I'm concerned, he has already impersonated over ten people, both online and in person. No one important, though. It's weird, but ya know, it's still identity theft. However... there's somethin' even more fishy 'bout it."

[vvellington-deactivated20221124]

"Ah," interjected Richard, with the lofty self-satisfaction of a man who has put his finger on one of life most mystifying and elusive truths. "I see what you are. You’re one of those hum-drum utilitarian types. Form follows function and all that? How sad. That sort of uncreative thinking is what holds society in endless stagnation.” Whether his company would rather carry on a conversation about white gloves or find the nearest short pier to step off of, Richard had hardly noticed. He had been blessed with the rare pedantic talent that allowed him to carry on conversations about cotton balls if he so pleased, as well as a jaw with a very lose hinge, and a voicebox which never tired. “Cleanliness,” he explained punctually, “and attention to personal appearance is never a waste. Otherwise you end up in some dull, grease-stained, tawdry workman’s uniform.”

"— Me? Puh-leaze, don’t confuse those noisy, third rate, charlatans with my magnificent self. What I’m doing is expressing a highly enlightened opinion — one which will serve to benefit mankind. Yes, you might call me a universal philanthropist, in that sense. What they do, meanwhile, is shout all sorts of nonsense and tarnish men’s names. But I digress … Imayoshi, hm? Richard Wellington, top notch visual merchandiser and display artist.”

[quadruplor]

Though the speculation doesn't particularly amuse him, there's no denying the other is right. His creative side might have been somewhat asleep up until now, but what is there to do if what he finds useless is that which has no utility? It's a lost fight, really; he will play along, nonetheless, the argument would surely take a more promising turn if it wasn't so heavily influenced by each of their own opinions... and if the other male wasn't so presumptuous about it. That particular trait doesn't bother him—if it comes with another attribute worth ignoring the former, that is, so perhaps he has to wait and see if the other is all bark and no bite.

He lets out a muffled chuckle, eyebrows quirking as he does so. "I s'pose I am." A light shrug is given in response, and then he's back to his usual breezy demeanor. "Can't say artistry and the likes ain't important, but it's just not for me. Still, ya have to admit its contributions to society ain't that crucial." Smirk slowly spreading across his face, Imayoshi waits for a reaction, since he has the feeling that single sentence might have just hit a nerve.

The informant holds a hand to his chin. Richard Wellington. He will take very good note of that name, as he always does. You never know when the tiniest bit of information will come in handy. "Yer quite the self-loving guy, eh? That's good. Ya don't usually see people like ya nowadays." Arrogance, in a positive sense, meant confidence, so he might really have a certain something he is indeed proud of. Either way, it is probably worth finding out. "So yer sayin' a merchandiser's opinion is more decisive than that of someone who's s'posed to be cleansing people's reputations and fightin' in court for their rights? How bold... and interestin'."

[quadruplor]

hey im just popping on to let you guys know im going on a trip and wont have access to a computer for a week or so! ill probably get to my replies as soon as im back but this is just a note so you dont think im m.i.a!!

[uirusux-deactivated20141005]

decaf is the devil's blend. // quadruplor+

Another coffee “date”. He had an inkling that this establishment would inevitably become the meeting spot for his unit, considering how they always rendezvous here. Not that Virus had a problem with it; he enjoyed the calming atmosphere and the pungent aroma of coffee beans and vanilla wafted into the air. The fragrance of fresh pastries from the oven mixed in with the invigorating scent of java beans was enough to make Virus feel a bit more alert. He wasn’t much of a coffee person, but after visiting this place nearly every day, he was becoming an avid drinker of the caffeine-laden refreshment.

He sat in the same table as he had the week before, right next to the window where the sun warmed the side of his face as he consumed his drink, but the feeling was embraced with open arms. This time, he actually bothered waking up a little earlier than usual, considering the person he was meeting up with was actually part of his team, and he couldn’t let them go on thinking he was a slacker. No, he had a reputation to uphold, and he was determined to keep it clean. Well, he had his own version of ‘clean’, but it was relatively the same as everyone else’s. Almost.

He brought the cup to his lips, giving it a gentle blow to cool it down before the hot liquid met his mouth, the rising clouds of steam caressing his nasal passages as he took a sip, scorching his throat in the process. The acidic taste of it took a while for him to get used to, but he thoroughly enjoyed it now.

"I wonder when Shouichi-san is going to show up," he mulled to himself, not paying particular attention to anything, his gaze falling to the window, watching all the people passing by in a haste to their respective jobs.

[quadruplor]

Coffee was not something he particularly enjoyed, but it certainly was something he needed more often than not, occasionally having to abuse the substance in order to stay as awake as possible during long shifts. Lady luck happened to not be smiling on him last night and now he found himself suffering the consequences of running of just a few hours of sleep. Tough luck, right? Sadly, it wasn't the first nor the last time he would find himself in such a situation.

Yawning ever so discreetly, the raven almost walked right past the previously accorded meeting spot, yet it was a matter of a couple minutes before he was inside and ordering himself some coffee (because god knows he wouldn't be able to do much without some caffeine). Steaming cup of coffee in hand, it wasn't long before he spotted a familiar figure beside a window, making a bee line over to his colleague in complete silence.

"I hope earlier than ya expected." A hand came to rest on the blond's shoulder for a brief moment before he circled the table, taking a seat in the chair opposite and setting his own cup on the surface. "Sorry, had some things to take care of 'fore comin' here. Ya haven't been here waitin' too long, right?"

[vvellington-deactivated20221124]

"Chauffeurs? How so? Chauffeurs are endlessly useful, you know, for going in style from point A to point B, and at least they wear clean white gloves, and don’t bang on tables. — I’m talking about top notch, first class chauffeurs, of course; none of those boorish, third-rate cab-drivers," With a tilt of the head, he examined the other through analytically narrowed eyes. "I ‘reckon’ that if I have had any problems arise between myself and lawyers, the problems have been theirs, not mine.”

"Tuxedo tee-shirts, meanwhile, are everyone’s problem, and ought to be treated as the threats to culture that they are,” quipped Wellington, ever-vigilant of and concerned with the true menaces to society. “But I digress. If I may ask, whose opinion might I have the endless pleasure of encountering today?”

[quadruplor]

"Well, if yer so eager to waste yer money paying extra for those gloves' whitener, then yeah, I guess they're still useful." Tilting his head to the side, he grins. He's not bothering extending more on something he can't bring himself to give a damn about. "That's quite an interestin' way to put it. It ain't that far-fetched to think they're like birds of prey considerin' they gotta eat too, hm?" A chuckle almost makes it way past his lips. He's just testing the waters now, but if that's really the way this man thinks... he's probably being quite the hypocrite. With judgments like those, the other man can't possibly hold any position of power or work as something essential for society.

And there he goes again. The raven entertains the idea of paying to see this guy bumping into one of those tuxedo shirt-wearing criminals. "But ain't ya bein' just as frivolous as those lawyers for botherin' with teeny tiny details? There's way more important things that could use some fixin'." 

"Ah, I go by Imayoshi. Nice t'meet ya, mister...?" 

[vvellington-deactivated20221124]

"I don’t suppose many of you hum-drum simpletons would share my lofty opinions, but if you ask me, one profession which has always seemed entirely frivolous is that of lawyers. After all, if there’s one thing our fine system ought to eradicate the need for, it’s any doubt about crime. And most of them happen to be petty, small-minded men in ill-fitting suits, in any case. With terrible manners.”

"Oh, and whoever first invented and mass produced those cheap, tasteless tuxedo-print tee-shirts. They ought to be eradicated too. Perhaps I’ll send a letter to the bureau. If they’re not rotting in whatever home-for-latent-maniacs they deserve to be in, none of us are safe.”

[quadruplor]

This guy sure talks a lot, and honestly, the one rambing about frivolous things is him. He has a point, though, but agreeing with him right off the bat wouldn't be fun. Besides, there are a lot of holes and dark areas in the functioning and judgement of this system.

"They're as useful as a chauffeur nowadays. I reckon ya had bad experiences with lawyers in the past?" It's only logical to assume such a thing after his detailed descriptions, right?

He's not going to comment on the t-shirts because--well, the other male seems to have quite a peculiar taste. The fact that he may or may have not worn one of those pieces of clothing at some point is definitely not what is important here.

[antiquesong]

People are my Magazines. quadruplor.

[antiquesong]

Even with the best explanation she could muster, still he thought it sad. It was to be expected, she mused, it was hard to understand one’s life if you weren’t that person. It’s hard to understand an experience if you haven’t experienced it. All she could do was try and gather her feelings into words but once given to him the words lost their feelings and were mere outlines. There was no depth for him to understand and she did not wish for him to have to experience it just for the sake of explanation. "Hmm." A soft hum was emitted from her lips. Moving on from their earlier subject, she raised a brow. "Well, if I were truly a pacifist then I wouldn’t do as an Enforcer. In that case, my Inspector would be unfortunate." Pacifists would hardly even become Enforcers unless they were pushed to the extreme. Kotone leaned back in her chair, gaze turning upwards for a bit as she looked at the ceiling. Had she been a pacifist before? The thought of hurting or killing anyone had never been brought to her mind when she was little. The fairy tales she had read only went so far as making the villains disappear. Now, she knew better. The knights killed the dragons. The witches killed the villagers. In order to have a happy ending, there had to be some suffering. Attention returning to him, she brought an index finger to her cheek, tapping once then twice before answering. Sitting back properly, she folded her legs and rested her her hands on her lap one on top of the other. "Doesn’t the system work so that any rebellion or anomaly is punished?" Kotone paused and tilted her head from one side then the other. There would be no wrong in telling him. She was stuck here, either way. "I entered the System when I was really young and became an Enforcer a few years after so I guess you could say that. Hmm, how about you, sir? From what I’ve seen becoming associated with the system is rather dangerous."

[quadruplor]

It was indeed quite a hard task to try and put himself in the opposite's shoes--not as notion per se, but specifically in an Enforcer's case. True, he had been around several of them and for long enough to know about their living conditions, yet there was no way he would ever come to understand the situation from a more emotional point of view. He was good at reading people, not empathic.

With a finger held to his chin, the informant cocked his head to the side, if only slightly. "I never said you were a pacifist, but maybe my wordin' wasn't all that good. Let's just say you have unusual points of view for an Enforcer, eh?" However, Imayoshi knew better than to judge someone just from their appearance. She could be putting up an act for all he knew, and while he still found it somewhat unlikely, the possibility was there. On the other hand, even the raven himself would openly admit the Sibyl System was anything but perfect, no matter how many crimes it had managed to prevent; but even if it was unfair, who or how they got affected by the system's judgement was not his problem.

Though his implacable smile had vanished for a brief moment, it soon graced his lips once again at the girl's question. "Well, that's unfortunate." A small sigh accompanied his words. Getting involved with this organization at such a young age was certainly nothing many desired. "But anomalies ain't always bad." Cue a chuckling Imayoshi that shifted in his chair ever so slowly. "It is dangerous indeed, 's not a secret. Some people out there still take these jobs for granted, but anyone with the slightest bit of a brain knows about the risks. Anyway, I'm sure that's not news for ya. I'm an informant. Many think us who voluntarily joined the MWPSB are crazy." The raven gave a shrug. "What do ya think?"

[nori-riri-deactivated20161211]

[quadruplor]

a little help goes a long way → kasamatsu

[kasamxtsus]

"One of these you’ll end up dead in some back alley here in the city and it will be none other than your own damn fault.” Kasamatsu’s voice was mild but his words and piercing eyes were all but. “You know what your problem? Your sadistic need to poke and prod people like they’re a fucking science experiment. It’s like Christmas come early when your psycho games bear fruit and your subject snaps. But eventually this will come full circle and bit your scrawny ass. Keep that in mind, Imayoshi.” Black brows were knit together in a frown that spoke volumes of his disapproval.

As abhorrent as Imayoshi’s conduct was it couldn’t diminish the fact that he was one of the best informants that the MWSPB had at their disposal. Occasionally he thought back to his—their—academy days and wondered if he had been playing mind games even then. No wonder the slippery snake hadn’t become an inspector (not that it would even suit him); being a snitch fit him like a glove. Being paid to do what you enjoy doing and do best… not bad even if it is questionable. "If you’re so lonely and bored why don’t you go out and get a girlfriend? Oh wait… no one can stand you. Damn. I forgot. So sorry.”

The sarcasm practically dripped down the words they left Kasamatsu’s mouth accompanied by a small smirk that looked rather menacing. They had never been good for each other; Imayoshi always rubbed him the wrong way and he was too perfect a target for the other to sharpen his tongue on. Water and oil. That was how someone in the office had described them after seeing one of their interactions that had ended with him storming off in an exasperated huff, something that he was this close to doing again. 

Aluminium scraped the polished floor as he stood up silently and regard his companion for a moment before picking up his chair and hurling at Imayoshi. Or at least that’s what happened in his head; in reality all he did was shift in place and frown just a bit more as he cocked his head to the side. “You know I hate guessing games. Why don’t you spare me your drivel and just cut to the chase?” Before I really do lose my temper and throttle you with my bare hands.

[quadruplor]

"Aww, are ya worried about me, Kasamatsu~?" Teasing words abandoned him with the only intention of, precisely, poke fun at the other. Knowing the inspector's character, he was probably not too far off from reality, and actually, this stereotypical presumption suited him quite well. On the other hand, there was barely anything he could say to defend himself from the truth that bore Kasamatsu's speech. Granted, plenty of other forms of entertainment would have been a healthier choice for a person in his position, but where was the fun in that? It wasn't his fault that he had a preference for peculiar pastimes; it wasn't his fault that this particular hobby was so demanding as to need the partaking of at least another person.

A soft hum vibrated in the back of the taller male's throat, his smile always kept in place. It would have been wise to ignore his rant, yet even Imayoshi felt the need to justify himself sometimes. "Ya shouldn't be such a worrywart. Haven't ya got enough in yer plate already? 'Sides, I'm fully capable on my own. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for those 'psycho games' yer talkin' 'bout." For one, his voice became a tad gentler. "And it's worth it, really. It'd be a waste to not exploit this job's possibilities. Yer makin' it sound like I'm a criminal--and stop scowling so much. Yer face'll look like a raisin by the time yer thirty." And with that, the informant shifted in his chair to lean in and playfully prod in between the other man's eyebrows.

His apparently harmless intentions were always to be misunderstood, it seemed. The smirk and sharp words forced a gasp out of him, one of his hands reaching to hold the fabric of his shirt right where his heart was--or should be, according to some people who doubted Imayoshi even had one. "So mean! I did have a girlfriend once, you know!" And though those kind of attacks didn't have much of an effect on him, he did sound genuinely hurt for a moment. Luckily, seeing Kasamatsu frown once again was a gesture that practically brought his usual self back to life.

"Hmm..." Imayoshi adopted a pensive demeanor for a few seconds before that implacable grin of his was back on his lips again. "That'd be makin' it too easy for ya." Arms came to rest on the table as the informant relaxed his shoulders, his gaze fixed intently on the man opposite. "The X District has some really shabby places, ya know? I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Roamin' 'round there 's like willingly venturin' into the lion's den." And yer mark seems to have quite the flourishin' bussiness there.

[kasamxtsus]

Yeah, I guess you could say that. I like to keep people on their toes. Heh! Once you get to know me through and through I’m pretty predictable though.

[quadruplor]

Never letting anyone get too comfortable, huh? Everyone gets predictable after a while--some a bit sooner than others.

[kasamxtsus]

Don’t you worry about me. I’ll just use your corpse as a flotation device if it should flood. Finally you’ll be useful.

[quadruplor]

Gee, I'm used to you being rude by now, but I didn't think you'd be this morbid! You're just full of surprises, aren't you?

[kasamxtsus]

As a matter of fact, yes, the weather is better down here. At least there’s less of a chance to be struck by lightning. Besides, he’s only 2 cm shorter than megane fuck over there; not much of a difference.

[quadruplor]

There, there, it's not all that bad. He can get people to reach things for him! He just has to sit back and relax. Just try not to drown if it rains, hm? And 2 cm is still 2 cm.

[kasamxtsus]

And for the 37289th time, Kasamatsu realises that he’s one of—if not the—shortest male in the MSWPB. God damn it. Everyone surpassing him. Tch. Honestly he didn’t mind just as long as they did their jobs.

[quadruplor]

Yeah, being short is nothing to worry about! You can't measure a person's value by their height. Guess the weather is usually better down there though?