The rat that lays traps

Sorry about my disappearance again I’m studying for a test to take here soon. If I pass it my sister will get me a job at the hospital where I’ll work twelve hour shifts, but only three days a week. Which means I’ll have four days of freedom every week instead of one or two!

Illumi tilted his head and gave a displeased sigh. 

“I believe I have a fairly accurate guess as to why I’m here.” The assassin retorted simply in his own silver voice. 

Both twins sat in chairs opposed from each other but facing the man that sat in his chair with unamused expressions. They looked quite bored in fact and weren’t necessarily paying attention, or were going to.

Practically mirroring each other, they simultaneously crossed their legs and settled their elbows on the arms of the chair resting their heads in their hands in an annoyed manner, “No, why?”, they say in unison.

“Oooh, so you both really do do everything in unison.” He’d heard of the twins from the other ants before, but never got to meet them up close. Questions arose as a result.

Did the queen eat twins to produce these? Is doing things in sync a choice or a requirement? If the former, how far are they willing to go to stay in sync? The list went on, but now was hardly the time for questions like those. Maybe later or at another time.

       “There is no wrong way to consume alcohol.”

    This from a creature who doesn’t really get drunk. At all.

“Nope.”

Into the kitchen with her coffee mug she went, but moments before she could pick up the coffee pot, someone knocked on her door. She paused. Who could it be in the middle of the morning? With a sigh, she set her mug down and peeked out the window. An unfamiliar man in one of the gaudiest suits she’d ever seen. She blinked. Was he sparkling?

He had to be selling something. Well, they were usually left quickly when she answered the door and didn’t actually talk to them…

Snatching up a pad and a pen, she scribbled out, Can I help you with something? Walking to the front door, she held the pad like a barricade between her and this stranger before cracking the door open and holding it out for him.

Pariston stared at the pad ahead of him, his expression morphing to one of confusion. He knew she would be timid, but this seemed a bit extreme.

“Um, yes. I’m looking for Ms. Yuzu Kuronuma? Might you be her?” Normally he would try to get a look inside for a hint of what he was dealing with, but he remember to hold back for now and stood still with his hands clasped behind his back. “I was hoping to talk to her for a while. If that’s alright with her.”

  He took a deep breath, getting ready for the questions. It would probably be work-related, simple questions that wouldn’t really bother, nothing personal or invasive, and yet he had the gut feeling that he wouldn’t like anything that came out of that man’s mouth.

- “I can’t say I solved them,” He let out a soft sight of relief. “but I’ve collaborated with the investigation of other cases as a homicide detective . And regarding your other question, as you can see, I’m teaching here.” He gave a little tap to his desk.  "Sometimes I am called to take a look and help with recent cases. But I prefer to stick to teaching. May I know the purpose of your questions? To get this answers you could ask anyone else.“ If there was something else there, he’d rather to get to the point and just be done with it as soon as possible.

“Collaboration and support lead to results, Will. Granted you didn’t do it single handed, but you solved those cases.” His eyes lowered to the desk, noting nothing of imminent importance upon it. No incriminating papers, blackmail worthy evidence, nothing.

How boring, he thought.

“I simply want to get to know a man so popular as yourself.. Is that so bad?” Pariston questions, leaning forward with a small, slightly creepy smile. “And the best way to get to know someone is to meet them personally. You’ve been garnering a lot of attention as of late, and some of it has come my way.” Which, to Pariston, meant he saw someone he could have some brief fun with.

Pariston swiveled around in his office chair, his fingers intertwined in a pyramid-like shape with an innocent smile. On the other side of the desk sat the person called in for a short meeting with him.

He’s doing that cute wave.