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            " no. i’m just                         gathering evidence. “

leather fingers work over a camera, teeth clenching a low - powered flashlight as she entrusts that he won’t simply call the police, or whatever else he seemed to be doing ( he reminds her of a certain boy she ran into just the other day at the laundromat, but she can’t say otherwise ). the night was young and so was she, but the artifact wasn’t going to take a picture of itself— obviously enough, that was why the cat burglar was here.

               " evidence ? "

█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌⊰ ❄⊱——— 

                 ❝ That sadly —— appears to be true.                       Would you like to take a break? There                      must be  a vending  machine  around. ❞

        bokuto normally wouldn’t let him out of his side without trotting after him.         It wasn’t as if keiji minded, but because keiji knew he didn’t share the same         strong stamina as his captain. he had been craving for a break, but the         other was so enthused in playing volleyball along with nekoma’s captain——         he didn’t have to say it, because they were both thinking the same thing.             sneak out while they’re distracted? they could make an attempt…

            " ah -- sure. "

        at the very least, a quick drink in between will always lessen the amount of collected drops of sweat. seeing as how his group were still off practicing ( how they're able to deal with the weather astounds him ), now would be the best to run off and sneak a small break. though, kenma wasn't too sure on the case of the other setter. 

                 " the weather's                                    not getting any better... " 

         ⊙❀◉. That didn’t explain much at all. Emery couldn’t             understand something so vague. His brows knitted together             and had a hard time deciphering what next to say. He had             a lack of social etiquette and he was still trying to grasp all             that he had learned from ‘his authorities’. "Why is it not             special?” That wasn’t typically a question someone would             ask. Normally one would get the hint that they didn’t want             to talk about it. Emery was gradually learning that but at             this moment, he didn’t catch on.             Rising from his crouched position, he quietly shuffled a bit             closer so that he could see what was on the screen. Peering             over from the left, he read aloud, “Paused…” How strange.             Why would someone play a game that was stopped? Weren’t             games supposed to be fun? How was that fun?

               " eh? "

           a voice left conflicted by the choice of words the stranger had given, rather obvious giving a look of confusion and oddity.

                     " um... " 

           returning a small hum to contemplate the query first before kenma comes up with selected terms to 'properly' respond.

                             " it's just a game i play to pass time..                                       that's why--- i guess... "

            " smart boy. though you might want to reconsider                         sticking around for too long— police can be ruthless with young delinquents. “

she teases, short - handed comments denting progress that furthered aid the heist ( in reality, she could accomplish such in short periods of time, any day, anywhere— it was rudimentary to a professional thief ); it was refreshing to see that a premature fear didn’t bind his skin and teeth alike, an insipid courage baiting his tongue as he dabbled in some verbose cant with the cat, something different than most mundane citizens.

              " ... i'll remember that.. " 

        certainly, he's not the type to keep up with recent officers and their doings -- rather, kenma doesn't particularly care about what they do either as long as he isn't involved and he'd go high and low just to prevent that from happening considering the amount of stress people tend to exert from interacting with policemen ( so he heard. ) but, his curiosity has yet to lift from the initiate sightings of the woman. interest lingered, though none showed.

         ⊙❀◉. This wasn’t exactly the scenario he thought he would get             himself into. But there he was, crouched before this somewhat             familiar face. He wasn’t meaning to make matters awkward, he was             simply having a flashback to the past. It was his voice that tore him             free from the memories. “Huh? Oh—….” he pursed his lips, remembering             that this would be considered a socially awkward trait. Averting his gaze             to the ground, he rose back to his feet and lightly sifted the toe of his             shoe against the pavement in a sheepish manner. “No… sorry, it’s uh,”             think of something. "What are you playing?"

                " oh, um.... "

           from the sudden turn of topics, his eyes drew back to the still, lighten screen at halt, bold letters wrote pause with the small figure of a hero was at stop.

                    " it's nothing special... "

& OH! too late, she’s already ripped into the plastic, willowy fingers digging in and pressing into the object. a second too late, the boy announcing his claim, & she glances up, a doe-eyed look widening her into a state of sheepishness. 

really, historia thought it was something she had purchased, but had slipped her mind from all the errands she ran. with the hasty sentence the boy nervously chirped, she abruptly stopped in fumbling with the packaging & a short silence followed.

              ` o-oh .. `

 she replies, though embarrassment refused to creep up her cheeks. she dully thought of it as a mishap, & never had the blonde considered that sort of emotion was what she was supposed to feign. 

                 `—-i just .. i’m sorry.` 

                         she meekly offers.

                            `i .. i could buy you a new one?`

             no bother for explanations, histora doubted he’d

                                     c a r e.

           certainly, a shame. a day thus far with no meal until now and at the peak of his hunger had he been awaiting to enjoy the freshly bought melon bun. but, from a sudden call of his team mate, not far from his current destination, he had foolishly left his items behind, only to think this meeting would take no longer than five seconds. 

              and it did! but, perhaps kenma was still fit to be the 'idiot' in this situation. after all, no one would really leave their belongings on a public bench, expecting it not to be taken away. it was nothing too big, of course. only a small waste of about 300 yen was nothing to fret over, at the very least, it was not dropped onto the ground and dirtied by the soil. and had it been a game would he been upset ( that is if it was taken away completely. )

                                        " no, it's fine.. 

❛annnd, what have you got there, cutie? i wanna play too!❜

              " e h? 

             no, i don't think... ah! "

             from a moment's of distraction, the sign of ' GAME OVER ' spelled clear and there was a quick second of frustration to be expressed before he gives his attention back to the hovering stranger. 

+ knema

         thumb deftly traces across his phone screen, focused eyes          alternating systematically between the device and the building          a few blocks ahead. concentration impregnable, likely due to          his aptness to choose uncrowded areas. though, what he can’t          prevent is other recluses coming to sought their own solitude.          eyes flicker left, very briefly, as he taps twice, thumb swiping so          a gaming application blinks onto the screen and he busies himself.

                ‘ … Evening, ’

         he briefly states to the boy who’d strayed a little too close for comfort,          sparing him the barest of glances.

         due neglect to his surroundings, attention grew more towards the jumping and tiny winged animal within the game that was, evidently, separated from reality. though, what chased his focus was the sole voice of another. an intimidating presence ( but, most strangers tends to hold of such ) and a quiet voice. 

                          " ... good evening. " 

         ⊙❀◉. As Emery neared the stranger, he slowed to a crawling             pace until he could really see the features that the other was adorned             with. He canted his head to the left, deep green eyes flicked from the             top of the multi-toned male’s hair, to the screen that he was tapping             vigorously away at. Emery had seen these before though he didn’t             quite understand their purpose or how they functioned. But that was             not of his concern. Rather, he continued to study Kenma and to be             doubly certain of his ‘studies’, he crouched directly in front of the             other. Knees held together and arms draping around them to hold             his legs close. From the new angle of observation a soft sigh of             mixed emotions escaped his lips.             "Not him…" he murmured softly, his voice resembling the delicacy             of down feathers. Despite having discovered that Kenma was ‘not him’,             he remained where he was. Eyes that did not read any particular             emotion continued to bore back into Kenma’s golden eyes at the             slight upward angle from which he was crouched at.

           kenma had oft felt the approach of others from habits. wherefore, a merry revelation it been when the unknown male abruptly appeared within centimeters upfront. confused? obviously. primarily due to the nearly inaudible whisper he ( probably ) was given. but, profoundly demented, he expected the stranger to leave was confirmed that kozume was not the one, apparently, the other was looking for, though instead, eyes stayed, giving him the uncomfortable situation. he worried for the reason why and wondered for the identity of the odd being. 

                            " um... 

           The anticipation of the upcoming matches had left Hinata more buzzed than usual, even standing still had become a task clearly too tough for him. It flies right over his head that his inability not to jump and cling to the others is precisely the reason why he’s sent on a drinks run, the others holding onto the futile hope that it’ll wear him down — even just a little. The decoy dashes around the corner, a war cry resonating from his lips until he spot the familiar back of Kenma’s red jersey up ahead. Pace comes to a screeching halt, a bright smile once again takes its place upon the boy’s face before he decides to jog over. 

           ”—Kozume-kun!”

           Oh? Curious, Hinata halts behind the other teen, rolling up onto his tiptoes so he can watch the game Kenma is tapping away at from over his shoulder. “Ohhh… You’re really good! What game is it?”               He doesn’t once take notice of the earphones.

                though precision was key when staying alerted during a match within the cellular device, the light shadow that hovers over the shorter ( but, taller than shouyo ) was hard not to miss. rather alarmed by the form, kenma snapped his head around quickly, but went at ease upon the seeing of the shorter karasuno member. 

:【♀: ᴅᴜᴛʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ＬＯＶＥ】:    

                                                   ” Yeah, OK… If you say so. “

                 His lack of communication and attention made her weary. The                        game that he seemed possessed to looked to be boring, and yet                        it made her curious.   

                                       ”  Oi? Just what game is that? I’ve never                                                            seen it before, is it new? “

            a startle notation as the inquiry passed, not expecting an initiation of a conversation. what he thought of her next action to be was to leave and be on her way once he responded.

            " i know exactly what i’m doing. so,                         forget about me, are you sure that you should be in here? “

a rustic scene plays out in the emptied building, the exemplary cat burglar preening the side of a gossamer-thin glass cage ( razor claws grasp a thin laser in hand, tempting the lasers brutishly placed in the last spectrum of fight ), her back curved to the boy’s sight—— it becomes ruefully obvious that she didn’t care of where justice and morality lay together now.

             with suspicions high and his thoughts going with guts rather than the heart, he grew weary with the cat. it wasn't a business that involved him though-- and he definitely preferred it to stay it as so. otherwise, precious time would leap pass fast and the amount of minutes given to spend the rest of the day dawdling on his game consoles would decrease. 

                        " ... i don't get it.. "