â I TOLâ YA IS JUST CHARLIE, IMBĂCILE! â Does he actually remember she HATES it when someone calls her full name? Charlie almost instantly grew angry and ready to throw her favorite soccerball aiming for the thiefâs face⌠With the little fact that she actually is not armed with it, nor she was in her private eye attire; How inconvenient.
She softened her stance, hands going to her hips still pretty annoyed and almost just going for the use of Phantomâs face as a replace of her soccerball, but better non stain her boots with that sassy ginger. â âŚ. MAYBE âam loud, but hear me, itâs 'cos yo never hear and je prĂŠfère to slip yo snappy and non funny puns. â Excuses.
About the hanglider⌠Thereâs a lot of a story behind that. Making a small gulp, she though of a fast excuse, false story or anything to just avoid that question. â 'Bout itâŚ. Little yo knoâ iâm an adult, so, i have the RIGHT to use it whenever i want. â Eyes looking away for a moment. Yet, another excuse, Charlie wont let it slip from her tongue the fact her father indeed gifted it to her because of her unknown birthday and because she loves seeing Paris from the skies. No one will ever know.
âAnyways- â A forced cough. â I have been investigating andâŚâ With that, she placed a hand on her chin, thoughtful. â Iâve wantinâ to ask personally for what yo really steal these artwork. â With a little sigh of resignation, Charlie lets the Thief speak, but first-
â Yor friend, the Violin player, or better said, yo petite amie, knows how to keep secrets so i have meant to ask you, personally.â Now with a more polite voice, but keeping her rather angry expression. â Yo can see i WASNâT prepared for this so anyways i prefer now askinâ than havinâ to give ya a penalty kick to the head any other night i find ya stealinâ. Â â The private eye says, her sharp gaze not looking away from the ginger, arms crossed and waiting for a response, no soccerballs, no force for now. She hated the idea of not using force on someone who CLEARLY she wanted to at least hit one time. He deserved it anyways for that one time at the opera long ago!
AhhhâŚher little outbursts. It was nice to see that R could still push her buttons with a practiced ease. That was good. As much as he still considered the blonde a friend despite their distance, she still was one of his main obstacles when it came to heists. Opponents that were predictable were very, very nice.
âI happen to think my puns are très bien! I work very hard on them, detective. My feelings are hurt.â
The question of his motives, along with the mention of Marie as his petite amie is enough to throw R for a loop, smile falling off his lips. Geeze, so much for being predictable! Charlie had never actually just asked him why he stole things, and MarieâŚHe clears his throat, the faintest hint of pink flaring up on the skin under the shadow of his hat as he takes a moment to compose himself. HonestlyâŚ
âMarie is lovely, but weâre just friends.â He replies, stressing the fact. She was lovely and pure and didnât need him messing up her now perfect life. It was a sin to cause an angel to fall, and though he was nothing if not a sinner he wasnât willing to taint an angel. Plus, relationships were so time consuming. âWhen on earth would I even have time for that? Come on Charlie, Iâm a full time criminal.â
âBut anyway, as for your actual questionâŚWell, I canât exactly tell you that now can I? My mystique is part of my allure~â Though he flashes her a grin and jaunty tip of his hat it never quite reaches his eyes, and after a moment the Phantom lets it all fall from his face completely.
â...In all seriousness though, I really canât tell you.â No one really knew the entire story concerning his father except for the twins. And, all things willing, thatâs how it would stay. âItâs personal. Sorry. You can go ahead and get mad at me if you want.â









