バカ軍団ですか

"You don't have to do it alone."

Dojima never knew how to handle Naoto. He was just a kid, it was natural to worry about him in this line of work, but still... He'd proven himself capable, and the way the others on the police force treated him rubbed Dojima the wrong way, so he wasn't going to stop Naoto if he was serious about this.

On the "upside", Yui's also never going to speak of it again (probably). Seems she's almost as embarrassed, all things considered.

uh oh she's in danger

"Of course." The detective gives a nod, pausing to let his eyes fall shut as if to picture exactly what he had seen in his vision not too long before. Where he rests his hands upon the table, his fingers intertwine. "In my vision... the jewel is on display in the ballroom during the event. Not completely exposed, mind you--in a display case that looks as though it's made of glass. There are more than just two hands looking to get a hold of the jewel." His eyelids flicker open and his gaze is more intense than ever.

"It happens just before the stroke of midnight while everyone is preoccupied, right in front of the Dutchess herself! But she's clueless. Intoxicated, probably." He shakes his head, his hands separating so he can hold up a finger.

It’s still dubious but it’s a clue? Naoto wonders if she should ask what the track record, the accuracy, for his visions tends to be, but she remembers that a man confident in his own skills is not necessarily the greatest when it comes to self assessment. She’ll just have to mark it as a possible clue. “I see,” she says, tone a bit stilted and hesitant, but they’re vaguely positive—or she tried to make them sound vaguely positive, like she was absolutely wowed.

Which doesn’t really come across, but that’s a trivial matter.

She fights the urge to bite her lip and stand up for a quick walk that will turn into a disappearance if given enough time and a lack of professionalism. She stays seated, hands interlocked as she considers the next question to ask, which has a time limit of approximately five seconds. “Can you... tell me what the thief previously targeted at these convenience stores?”

A question she should have asked sooner but some things... come a bit later. Especially when visions are involved and the man receiving these visions is... There’s a word for it, but she doesn’t have the strength to remember what it is.

Even though he had been the one to make the offer in the first place, Ryuji had found himself surprised - really, he'd spoken without thinking much about it.  Sure, heading down to the police station didn't exactly sound like his idea of fun and it wasn't as though he had to go.  Perhaps…some part of him just didn't want their time together to end just yet.  Maybe…he still just wanted a little more time with her - embarrassing and strange though that may have sounded.

"Well, that doesn't sound too too bad - guessing I won't be able to hang around for the questions and paperwork part?" He asks this in a wry tone as if already half expecting the answer - and hey, it did make sense - her work with the police was probably pretty confidential and not something meant for the eyes of others - especially for a dummy like him who could easily end up spilling what he saw.  "I'm alright with waiting in the lobby, I'll find some ways to pass the time while you're gone!" His phone still had a good bit of charge! Maybe he could try out those new earbuds he got too!

She stopped in front of the house and faced him, head tilted back just a tad. “Wait here. I need to retrieve my briefcase.” After that, she entered and found it exactly where it had been left. Two police officers were still in the area and they only nodded when she showed them the evidence that was stuffed inside the case shortly after.

He nods to the side.

It wasn’t the end because once they were seated, she pulled a small item from her pocket: a keychain of Boltund.

“Happy Birthday, Ryuji.”

From @chibitantei. ( Ryuji's Birthday 2026! )

Really, as far as birthdays could possibly go - this one had been pretty damn close to perfect - getting to simply relax by the fishing area, doing one of his favorite things - with one of his favorite people (not that he was ready to say that aloud to her just yet…!) - still, he didn't need a party or anything extravagant.  He would have been completely happy capping it off here but when it seemed as though she had yet another surprise in store - he had eagerly followed her without question - and sure enough, her surprise didn't disappoint.  His favorite meal for his big birthday day!

"You actually remembered that, huh…?" He couldn't help but feel a little awed by this.  He wasn't used to people remembering things about him or going out of their way to make things special…for him.