Still sullen and now sprawled out across her desk, face-flat, it didn’t seem like the thief was to be moving away from her seat anytime soon. Heck, a quiet growl-esque sound was even emitting from her!! Most likely to make it all the more obvious she wasn’t in the best of moods. Was the girl even aware she was making the sound?
“Mmmmmmgh’ve--course It’d have t’be the night I’d planned out multiple heists that I’d end up feeling absolutely atrocious. I thought these stupid phases didn’t faze me anymore. I’ve already left warnings, so I can’t exactly back off now...”
And there she goes. Rambling on to herself. Except the growl-esque sound had progressed into the smallest of screams. Fortunately the face-mashing was muffling the “screaming” and making it all the more quieter. Is the thief to actually get up, leave her apartment and actually get round to doing these important heists?
Meanwhile, a certain bull terrier was still scouring the streets companionless for once!! Gâteau was to meet up with her Master as she’d set out earlier to... “Prepare” for their nightly outing. How a dog would prepare for a robbery of all things on her own accord? You tell me. She found it surprising, really. The streets were quite tame despite the current time and being near to the Tuileries Garden. It’s usually bustling with people, mainly tourists that end up scouring the place as she currently is. Well, at least there’s no chance there could be any collisions given the lack of anyo--
Bamph!!
A collision!! By walking straight into Maribel’s leg!!
Of course, there was no way a bully could apologise. Understandably, at least. Heck, all Gâteau did was look up at the girl. The questionable staring only continued since she juuust managed to catch that small sentence. Was that a “Renko” she heard?
She wasn’t exactly the “wonderful and convenient Renko”, but perhaps someone who could still be somewhat convenient at least? She has acted as a tour guide before today after all.
Caught off-guard, the girl stumbles back a bit. Her gaze is led directly to the assumed aggressor... a dog!?
In a way, this was more or less what she was going for... mostly less, considering Maribel doesn’t think a cute little dog could possibly tell time or lead her around Paris. But this is honestly the best thing that’s happened to her in awhile!
“Turned into a puppy, have you?” Maribel crouches down, smiling fondly reaching out a hand to rustle the puppy’s head. “Ahh, there’s no way you’re actually Renko, but what would your name be?”
Maribel realizes, after giving the dog’s neck a look over, that this dog isn’t actually wearing a collar, or any form of identification. It’s a wonder that this dog wasn’t taken to a pound by now, but... oh! Their condition was clean, and the kerchief must have been given to them by their owner, so they couldn’t have been some stray.
“Well, my name’s Maribel. Are you perhaps as lost as I am, little guy?” Look at her, attempting to have a meaningful conversation with a dog... all the while relentlessly petting the poor thing.
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