" you need to back off. now. " ( from @sleuthprince. <3 )
stirring the pot. [ @sleuthprince. ]
thin brows raise in half faux curiosity, and half mock surprise... as though their words had literally stopped him in his tracks. but the facade hardly lasts, adachi's head tilting to the side, as lips part. he doesn't speak right away, no, merely eyes the teenager with a piqued interest and going through the situation in his mind of just what he'd like to do to the so-called 'detective prince'.
what a brat, he thinks, forcing foot into the discussion just when things were starting to go his way, too.
mitsuo kubo taking the blame had been a relief off his shoulders, not that he was ever too concerned with being caught. yamano was simply an accident. how would he know she would fall into the television like that? how would he know she would ripped apart so miserably, screaming for help that would never come? he smiles at that, mildly sadistic in nature.
then the konishi girl? well, she deserved it. a little attitude and she went in just like the first, though a little lighter... teenagers were smaller, easier to shove through the screen.
nevertheless, adachi takes a couple of steps in retreat, but hardly goes anywhere in particular. hands raise in surrender (although he certainly isn't), and he decides against reaching for his revolver. did it matter if he used his gun in the tv world? what effect would it have? would it do more than allowing the shadows of magatsu inaba rip these idiots apart?
"where's your friends?" he asks, coy, his voice light, a little unsettling if you were to focus on it too, too much. but maybe that was the point. to be unsettling. to be seen as a threat. they knew now, right? what use was it playing dumb? what use was it to hold back? then he does reach for his gun, but instead of drawing it upon the body before him, he begins to walk in a slow, meditated circle. his revolver lifted to scratch just behind his ear.
"the shadows are nearby, you know. who are you without the rest of those brats? surely you don't plan to take me on just by yourself, that would be stupid. but that's what you are, right? stupid. teenagers are stupid. they don't understand what it's like in the real world. to live every day being forced to do something you can't fucking stand. who wants to work? the only fun part of working with the police is this bad boy," he stops, gesturing to the revolver again, this time waving it limply in his hand as his low pace continues in a circle. "do you really think i give a shit about half the criminals in this shithole town? the most exciting thing to come to inaba were the murders, you know, every other day is traffic tickets and littering. this was the real fun."
he stops then, his brow arching as a smug little smile spreads across his mouth, and he tucks the gun back into the holster on his shoulder, hanging lowly underneath his armpit, just against his side. he hesitates not in taking a step back, hand raising to rub irritably against the side of his head, fingers curling into the action, and his voice carries through this messed up world with an echo that hadn't been previously there.
"i'll show you who needs to back off." is said, frustration in his voice, and without a further second, he's summoning his persona. he'd make sure not to run the little shit too hard into the ground... their parents might want an open casket.
