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         —— CERTAINTY IN A perceived truth means nothing. his heart’s still beating like a jackhammer at his ribs, and at any moment it’ll burst from the cage in a flurry of viscera and fear. options limited. however fast his heart is racing, his mind’s doubled the pace.                     ( she knocks over the glass and catches it, but that’s a sort of reflex that’s reserved for jungle cats and martial artists, instinctive or highly trained - fuck if it’s a trick of the light or some stained glass window gone unnoticed until now but something looks wrong here something is wrong and you can’t even fucking go back to look at it because if you’re right she’ll fucking know then won’t she? she’ll realize how fuckin’ useless you are and if you’re right you’re fuckin’ dead, worthless piece of shit, you’ll be dead and not even for a good goddamn reason )                   “ you’re quick, ” are the words that come out while he’s powerless to stop them, simple words that don’t actually mean anything except feigning the fact that anything about this is okay. she’s overly calm. she’s too quick. even if she’s not a real threat in that sense, there’s something wrong wrong wrong wrong about her and it digs at his skin and makes him itch.                     “ you always that quick? ” he’s leaving out words and doesn’t give a good goddamn if it doesn’t actually make sense in english. the language bits of his brain are flooded with the analysis of the scene. chef’s the owner. one witness. she makes any move against him, she’ll have to pay the chef off. she’s a local. could be in league. he’s going to get sick from far more than just the food.                      “ you just expecting that to fall? ” no, no, that’s wrong. wrong, accusatory, he’s too late to stop it tumbling and hitting the stainless patches on his lips. “ what wrong idea would i be having? what did you think i thought?! ”                         leave it to someone whose had interrogation burned into his brain to turn a trattoria into a holding cell.

👽 Quick--now there’s a word that Mio had never had ever heard anyone apply to her. Were his eyes playing tricks on him or was she really capable of doing such things? How cruel it was for her, to have someone demand answers from her even though she was just as confused as they were.    “Well, of course I did. I knocked it over to prove a point. You wanted to see it again, didn’t you? That’s what you asked for, right?” Her voice was starting to crack along with the mask of indifference she wore. 

   She curls into herself instinctively, clutching at her own shoulders for dear life. Mio had never felt such a strong sense of dread in ages. There’s something more to this man than she can see, and she just can’t figure out what it was.    Ah well, out with the truth, then. “I thought you believed I was suspicious! I don’t mean any offense by that, it’s just feeling I get from you by the way you’ve been treating me since I nearly dropped my glass the first time.”

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👽“I may not actually know that much about what actually goes into real investigations, but even I can tell just how unprofessional you’re being! Are you even really an investigator at all? Don’t lie to me!” 

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 “Fine, I suppose its only fair that try to help.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, he hated people asking questions. “But you have to be asked questions under my terms.”  What was he saying right now? what was the point of helping someone who could be an enemy or someone who might run and tell someone about what he was doing, at least he had a plan to actually get info out.  “You’re going to come with my and my friend here and don’t try anything, duct tape is all purpose.”  The plan was simple: get her to the hide out so that she wouldn’t be able to make a run for it before or after showing the stand and giving her a good enough reason not to report his gang.

👽 Hold on, was she being threatened and kidnapped now? And here Mio thought that she would be able to get out of this situation scot-free.    Of course, she wouldn’t run; she was much too scared of the colossal figure that had chased her down the block not only a moment ago to pull anything.    And if that wasn’t enough, the threat of being bound was more than enough to keep her pacified without the use of any supernatural threats.    “I understand! I won’t try anything, I promise!” Mio cried, her hands raised defensively.

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👽“You scare me. You scare me a lot, but at the same time I have to admit that you’re quite handsome. Maybe even my type? I mean, I don’t really talk to men that often and...

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