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“No need to sulk next to the door, Nobuchika. Invite yourself inside.” This day is aside from any other, given its circumstances. The younger man would hardly give him the time of day if this wasn’t his mother’s memorial day--yet, he noticed his son’s reactions were becoming unpredictable. He is as likely to turn on his heel and leave this residence. Whatever his son decides to do, Masaoka will continue with his practice. Given a day off and the right outdoor lighting, he’ll be seated before an easel. The room is still and silent; Masaoka never listened to music or left a television set on as he painted. Those things broke his concentration... be he could manage to carry a conversation. Or, as the case with his son and very few other people, simply to paint in comfortable silence.

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Masaoka winced as he walked past those imposing doors of the Metropolitan Police Department--fashioned just as grand as the rest of the building. He became unfamiliar with sunlight after spending near a solid week hunting down a criminal in the dead of night, which had lead to a violent confrontation and arrest... along with a brief hospital stay.

He looked awful in the light of this new day; he managed to become a few shades paler, and the black thread which held his lower lip stitched together stood out among bruises. Shaving will prove itself as a difficult chore.... of which he is in need, as he acquired a five o’clock shadow since his family last saw him.

Before his departure, Masaoka learned his motorcycle had been returned to his residence. Someone from the station did him a kindness by calling his wife over to pick him up. He didn’t need to tread far to meet his wife and child; while his boy excitedly pried himself from his mother’s grasp, his wife shot him an icy stare that cut straight through the distance between them. Although he dreaded the impending argument which will take place later, he shown Nobuchika as smile as the boy ran up to greet him. Kneeling down, he caught the child in both arms and hugged him tight, not taking too long to notice he held a few flowers in one hand.

“Aa, Nobuchika. What’s this?” Masaoka lifted a hand to brush some hair from the youngster’s face, only taking the flowers when offered. “Is this a gift for me, or am I supposed to give this to your mother to keep me from having to sleep in the dog house tonight?”

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These decisions needed to be made at the last moment in the dead of night--ultimately, Masaoka thought it prudent for the family to split up and flee in opposite directions. He sent his wife to meet with her mother’s family, leaving him with his grade school aged son. He couldn’t allow the house to look like their family had gathered up provisions and left--he only took one or two sets of Nobuchika’s clean clothing and extra pair of tennis shoes from the laundry room, stuffing the items away in his work backpack before barging into the child’s room to collect his sleeping son. He couldn’t switch on a lamp, only scooping up the slumbering child from beneath the warmth of those blankets... holding him in the crook of his arm. He is still wearing the usual set of clothes for work, right down to the overcoat which he had buttoned up over his child to shield him from the cooler weather.

Without so much of a word, he rushed through the dimly lit home, exiting through the back patio instead, cutting through the backyard. Masaoka couldn’t ask for more uncooperative weather--there is a persistent and cold rain, and the air was usually cool for this time of year. Not to mention, he had to scale over the walls dividing the neighbor’s yards to throw off any potential tail while carrying his young son... he went on by foot for blocks before taking a rest beneath the awning of an all-night convenience store. He looked thoroughly soaked and exhausted from the trudge, but still couldn’t put his son down... the boy wasn’t wearing shoes at the time.

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Tomomi gave Nobuchika a pointed glance, setting his glass of whiskey upon the coffee table before leaning forward in his seat. “Let’s see what it looks like under the bandage. It shouldn’t be bothering you like this so many days out.”

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The typical man who arrives home at this hour is a blithering mess of slurred words and clumsy movements. But this detective? Quite to the contrary. The door into this residence opened in a sure movement, and shut quietly as to not awaken the other family members--he believes they are still asleep.

It wasn't a good night. His blood boiled within injured skin and muscle, every slight movement left him in lasting pain. Tomomi seeked out the bathroom after removing his shoes, as his lip continued to spill a mixture of blood and saliva. He elects himself in for a lecture by taking up one of the good towels to hold against his lip, seating himself upon the edge of the bathtub.

There was only one shelter from this pain: deciding what his next moves will be. He landed himself into a decent amount of trouble this time around. For the time being, he remain alone with his thoughts in that bathroom--occasionally grumbling as he attempted to control the bleeding.

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⊰♞♘⊱ “…” Again? She’s already against the pavement, not moving, not even able to move from the first shot taken earlier. He must be checking her coefficient, the other Inspector had shot her when it wasn’t even past it’s normal level. Yes, she knew by now she was only registered as being paralyzed but it didn’t go any higher nor did it seem to faze her much upon seeing that look on his face. Was he irritated? She couldn’t exactly tell, she only had just now come to from her period of unconsciousness but wasn’t daring to move. She’s not foolish, not even stupid enough to dare saying a word just yet. It can wait, he’s dealing with more than enough at the moment with the silverette deciding to turn to vigilantism as a means of furthering her own goal.If her criminal coefficient hadn’t increased then she was surely going to report her actions to him later, as long as Shion had caught that. For now she’s stuck, simply awaiting for orders to come to allow her to be taken to their infirmary knowing she’s not going to be moving temporarily. Almost like with Kougami again, but not at the same time knowing the reasons behind their currently missing Inspector had been impure to the point of deciding to use her dominator as a means of making sure she doesn’t follow them.All from the fact she had caught someone she wasn’t suppose to in that child’s own eyes.Foolish girl, that’s the only thought she held in mind towards this with her own weariness changing to further dislike. She didn’t like her with the way she acted, this only served to further that as a means of suggesting she doesn’t follow through with the offered case. Yes, she knows that this is her only chance but she would rather not work with someone that had gone as far as to use personal gain as a reason to shoot an enforcer over something as petty as finding someone they knew.It’ll be back to square one from here again.

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