Master Thief

I - I mean...have you seen pink jacket...

that being said he definitely has a preference for loud flashy colors, red, blue, green, pink...we've seen him wear a white or black jacket too of course, but he's always been a Stand Out kind of guy!

I mean, I don't generally drink for the flavor. But! If I had to choose?

since its been a million years since the Virgarde Arc i should reread it as a refresher but for anyone curious, it was an rp where Lupin and Zenigata were kidnapped by some crazy billionaire and thrown on an island to fight other ‘cops and robbers’. they had explosive collars on their necks that would go off if they didnt kill someone on the island. 

it was bad lol

that was where lupin lost his right eye because of an acid trap i believe.

Arms slowly wrap around Lupin's waist; a warm face presses into the back of his neck… Zenigata gives a silent, protective squeeze in place of a proper greeting and huffs, eyes falling shut.

"Good morning to you too~." Lupin had long woken up before Zenigata and had sneakily wandered off to the balcony to have a smoke and admire the view. Probably one of his finer hideouts - which was hilarious, given the company he was with. Not much of a hideout now, was it?

But he wasn't "under arrest" yet. So there was that.

my dashboard is doing that weird thing again where it wont update

but my other rp blogs are just fine??

⚖️ ❝ DISTRACT IT?! ARE you kidding?! ❞ Zenigata ducks, rolls, catching his breath behind the safety of a marble pillar. Empty casings jingle to the floor as the robot reloads. ❝Fine, just… Hold on! ❞ Rope-bound cuffs soar through the air–

Click!

– And find their mark right around the gun’s smoking muzzle. Zenigata pulls– pulls hard, hard enough to yank the robot off its mark and toward him instead. It whirs angrily in response, struggling to twist itself back around. The shackle holds firm, and after a moment the machine finally relents, recalibrates, taking aim at Zenigata instead: the one thing stopping it from filling Mr. Sticky Fingers full of holes.

.. Really, if he had a dollar for every time he found himself staring down the barrel, Lupin might consider stealing from him for a change… ❝ Whatever you’re doing, you better do it fast-! ❞

“Just trust me, Pops!” Lupin grinned nervously - he could probably count on his hands how many times he managed to get the inspector to listen to him in these kinds of moments - but he was always grateful when they pulled through.

The thief watched as Zenigata became the bait, not wasting time himself on getting in the best position to aim. When things were looking even more hairy as it turned its attention fully on the inspector as planned, Lupin slid behind it and fired at the mechanisms unshielded from the back. A design flaw if he ever saw one. 

The robot stuttered from the first bullet, twitching from both the shackle and as it machinery was coming apart. That didn’t mean they were completely out of danger, though. Lupin had to quickly roll out of the way as a back plate blew off from the back and nearly smacked into him. Sparks were flying, and a fire was building.