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“Refreshments, sir?”
Yanked away from his train of thought unprecedentedly, Dusty’s head tilted up and he looked at a young human server holding a tray full of shrimp cocktails, who in turn stared back in uncertainty and out of delayed realization at his unintended rudeness. With a polite, reassuring smile, the scarred rabbit politely declined; a simple action which renewed enough of the man’s confidence for him to depart.
To anyone else other than Dusty, it’d be a foolish choice to pass up the opportunity to attend a fancy party, aboard a private ark up in the sky of all places. Finding leisure, however, wasn’t his intention. The owner of this ark was one Jonah Khan, an alligator dabbling in illegal trades of arms and banned substances, all the while appreciating the finer aspects of life such as art or “companionship”. His client, who has adamantly refused to reveal any facts themselves including their voice, laconically instructed the detective to obtain evidence of Khan’s wrongdoing; all the while promising to compensate him well. Knowing that nothing would be completed by standing around, Dusty set about to gather information, starting with a male raccoon dressed in a tuxedo much like him. “Hi.“ Dusty said. “How’re you doing?”