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“Chuuya?”
He couldn’t recall the last time the detective had beat him home. Normally it was himself that was up waiting for the strange hours he sometimes kept. But having run a few errands it was Sigma who had the chance to be welcomed home. Or at least, so he thought.
The voice echoed off the hallway wall with a flat tone. Lights dim and no answer coming in response, a veritable wasteland of silence. Throwing him off and sending the ex-manager on a search.
His pathway wasn’t long until he spied a strange box on the living room floor. Half solid, half caged metallic looking it was quite out of place. And knowing nothing the other brought home would harm him, he had no qualms about walking right up and checking on just what was inside.
“Ch-chuuya?” Not his companion but a small curled up bundle of fluff, ears folded back against body, nose twitching here and there. “Chuuya!”
Voice hitched now, more desperate in his search yet trying not to shout. Not moving from the spot more than a few feet away from the caged animal and back. Practically dancing in place in his confusion. “Are you... what... Chuuya!”