It felt like an insult to your hard work not to take the case seriously. You've made a lot of people afraid to leave their doors unlocked.
[And yet, as Jyuto leans just that little bit forward to catch the spark of flame on the end of his cigarette, Akira's dark eyes full of the same enigmatic charm as ever, Jyuto can't seem to find anything about him especially bad. He might be wreaking his own type of havoc, but it would be a lie to say that some of the people Akira had stolen from didn't have it coming to them -- for the most part.
Maybe he's started to take some concessions, relaxing his investigation here and there in the hope that their game of cat and mouse can continue. He certainly hasn't bothered trying to keep his office off limits, no matter how many times he's had to swat the younger erune out before he lands both of them in trouble. Maybe that means more than the state of their professional relationship -- maybe, even if Jyuto needs to chase him, that doesn't mean that they can't meet in the middle every now and then. Something about that sounds better than it should.
He straightens himself up as he takes a long drag of the rich nicotine, blowing the smoke off to the side. He knows that their closeness is deliberate, just like everything else that Akira does; so, too, is the way that Jyuto rests his elbow on his knee, propping his chin on his palm, a slender brow raising curiously.]
Do I want to ask what's caught your eyes this time? [It's less interrogative and more playful, like a sidekick rather than an opponent.] Somehow I doubt you came all the way here just to light my cigarettes for me.
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[And yet, as Jyuto leans just that little bit forward to catch the spark of flame on the end of his cigarette, Akira's dark eyes full of the same enigmatic charm as ever, Jyuto can't seem to find anything about him especially bad. He might be wreaking his own type of havoc, but it would be a lie to say that some of the people Akira had stolen from didn't have it coming to them -- for the most part.
Maybe he's started to take some concessions, relaxing his investigation here and there in the hope that their game of cat and mouse can continue. He certainly hasn't bothered trying to keep his office off limits, no matter how many times he's had to swat the younger erune out before he lands both of them in trouble. Maybe that means more than the state of their professional relationship -- maybe, even if Jyuto needs to chase him, that doesn't mean that they can't meet in the middle every now and then. Something about that sounds better than it should.
He straightens himself up as he takes a long drag of the rich nicotine, blowing the smoke off to the side. He knows that their closeness is deliberate, just like everything else that Akira does; so, too, is the way that Jyuto rests his elbow on his knee, propping his chin on his palm, a slender brow raising curiously.]
Do I want to ask what's caught your eyes this time? [It's less interrogative and more playful, like a sidekick rather than an opponent.] Somehow I doubt you came all the way here just to light my cigarettes for me.