Roguefort & Walnut in a parent/daughter relationship? p.s, love your work!!
"My dearest little one... You should be going off to bed soon, you know." Roguefort's voice was careful. They knew disturbing their little nutty child could upset her, but... Walnut was spending so much time on this case. It was digging into her sleep schedule. Of course, there was a little huff as Walnut adjusted her hat and hopped off a box next to her strung-up web of evidence, but less than Roguefort had expected.
Walnut looked up to her caretaker, the individual who stayed at her detective's office for the sake of having nowhere else to be. To her, they were a minor nuisance, one by the name of Bleu- no- Blue Cheese. Curse her own thoughts for being so attatched to this Phantom Bleu case. "I'll go to bed as soon as I finish connecting the latest heist to the rest of Roguefort's shenanigans!" Walnut asserted, adjusting her hat to accomedate for it falling over her face. "I almost had him last time!"
"...you mean them?" Roguefort- well, Blue- interjected. "No one knows who they are, after all. Who's to say that they dare conform in such a way?" Walnut seemed confused for a moment, but shook it off. Mild embarassment seeped into her cheeks and voice, reddening and stuttering. "Right, right! Them! Sorry, I just-... I'm tired, but this case is very important to me!!"
The thief in plain sight hummed, kneeling down to better suit themselves in front of someone they had grown attatched to- as if she was a part of their family... Oh, how they wished to have their family back, but... Walnut was enough. They cupped the little cookie's cheeks, laughing gently seeing the small pout given in response. "Then get to bed, little rascal. You already have plenty of progress, and you're just restringing based on already written notes, right?" A resigned agreement had Walnut's eyes to the laminated wood flooring. "Take care of this tomorrow, won't you? Rest... You deserve it, sweetums..."
Though it was resisted, Walnut couldn't help but give up on this regard. Her eyes were so darkened by drowsiness, already hard to keep up... Rest is for the weak, but she wasn't that strong, either. "Alrighty, then... I guess I'll wish you good night then, huh Pops?"
"Pops?"
"Yea, I... I guess. You do seem very dad-ly to me, so...!" The detective laughed nervously, pulling away from the other's touch and speeding right by them. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?" Ah, Roguefort nodded without even awknowledging the words. They... Somewhat lost themself in their own contemplation.
'Pops' she said. Were they really that masculine? Perhaps, but even so, it did not sit right with them. It didn't help that the little mishap over their hidden identity took them aback as well. He... They weren't a 'he'. They couldn't be- that wasn't them. Looking to their hands, the thief felt them to be... Brutish, strong, not nearly as deft as they were initially perceived. It was... Ugly. Even the way their contemplative hums and haws of awknowledgment sounded deeper than they wished. Could Walnut hear this? Even in their act as Phantom Bleu? They sure hoped not, and yet...
Ugh- Maybe they should get their own rest. The need for rest typically did reach into their mental state... And distort themself into something they held high distaste for. Yes, yes, rest would be best. Rest to escape from this... Masc mess...
