Hard Boiled Detective

Considering how much time has passed since I left for vacation, I’m probably just going to end up dropping all my past threads and start up some fresh ones. 

He eyes this foreign device that just spontaneously appeared in his pocket, apparently this was considered a phone? Just how the hell is he supposed to use this? 

There was no dial, no cords to plug this thing in and no receiver, to him is just looked like a tiny piece of glass and metal.

Trying to get away from the ‘music’ that was blaring from inside the ballroom, Blacksad felt it was best to go outside into the gardens. Or, at least until the speakers were properly fixed and then he can go back to lounge around the bar. 

For the time being, he wandered around the gardens looking at the various ice sculptors and statues. As he wandered around looking at the scenery, he noticed another girl that was hanging around the gardens, he might as well strike up a conversation. 

“I was never much of an ‘art’ guy, but I can definitely say.” 

His hand is over his forehead, pinching it tightly as the music in the background continues to blare. He’s never heard of this type of ‘music’ before and after tonight, he’ll probably avoid that genre like the plague.

The whole atmosphere of the Winter ball wasn’t what he expected at all, he expected some snobby, stuffy, formal event full of wealthy people gossiping and bragging. This on the other hand actually seemed pretty lax and tame, a place where he could actually enjoy the moment.  

Either way, if he’s here he might as well relax and mingle a bit. Besides, if he’s lucky maybe he’ll run into somebody who has a lead on the mystery behind ‘Hive City’.

Walking up to the nearest man, he gives them a nudge on the shoulder.

"Hey buddy, you seem like somebody who knows their liquor.”

Blacksad was casually standing around the concessions area with a glass of cold hard whisky in hand, a large majority of his night was spent making sure that his stowaway didn’t cause any trouble. 

He didn’t expect to see Emi here, this whole ‘ball’ didn’t seem like something a kid her age would be into. But here she was, and her getup was really was.. interesting.

“Well would you look at that, I didn’t expect to see you here of all places Emi.”

“....”

   “I’m being serious! If you don’t wanna believe me, that’s fine, but just so you know, I am pretty important… Just ‘cause I’m not demure and dainty all the time doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to be a lady.” 

“Blacksad? Well, I suppose it describes you pretty well…  I hope you will be at least a little bit more lively when we are at the Ball, Blacksad! How are you gonna be able to find a nice lady to dance with when you just scowl all the time?” 

Little did Usagi know his sour attitude was probably because of her.

“Maybe I can help you find someone at the Ball! That sounds like a totally genius idea, right?!” 

He had to give her the benefit of the doubt, her first impression might’ve been terrible but who knows? Maybe this girl did know proper ball etiquette and knew how to behave in a formal setting, they were complete strangers after all.

He wasn’t going to get his hopes up though.

“As long as they have some sort of bar serve ‘refreshments’, I will be.“

“Are you now? I think I’ll pass, seeing your ‘methods’ just now, I think I’ll be fine on my own.”

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❛ A—AHHH A BEASTMAN!!!!❜

❝WOAH YOU’RE RIGHT, HE IS A BEASTMAN!!❞

❝I bet he can tell us where the food supply and everything else is!!! LET’S CATCH HIM!❞

“Wait, what are yo--”

He doesn’t know what the hell is going on or why these two lunatics are screaming at him but as soon as the blue haired guy says ‘LETS CATCH HIM’

That was probably a sign that he should run like hell.

Blacksad eyes that sweater up and down, was this man seriously intending on going out in public wearing that... thing? Especially after acknowledging how terrible it looked. 

"Oh, my gosh, it's snowing!"

"Don't hang that there! Are you crazy?!"

"It's Christmas, don't be so down. Have fun!"

"Are you sure you have enough to buy that for him/her? It is pretty expensive, and you don't get your next paycheck til the week after Christmas."

"Care for a little bit of Christmas songs? No? Well, too bad!"

"Okay, who spiked the eggnog?!"

"Please don't act crazy like you did last Christmas... that was a disaster."

"Hey, in my defense, I had too much sugar, alright?!"

"What are you doing? Get down from there before you tangle yourself in the lights!"

"SANTA CLAUS IS ON FIRE!!"

"Maybe having an inflatable snowman next to our spiked fence wasn't such a good idea."

"We're out of cookies, but do you think Santa will settle for a salad?"

"No, no, no, you're supposed to put the lights on BEFORE the ornaments!"

"I did the star last time, it's your turn now."

"Your present's going to be a bit late... 9 months late, so to speak."

"Worst. Christmas. EVER."

"Y'know how you get a bit crazy on Christmas Eve? Yeah, don't do that this year."

"This is the best Christmas I've ever had in my entire life.."

"You missed the present-opening!"

"Time to open up the gifts!"

"You know what would be a great way to end this night? You and me, our clothes on the bedroom floor... get what I'm hinting at?"

"This is the ugliest sweater I've ever worn... I love it!"

"I just want to make someone else have a good Christmas."

"We can't really afford anything good this Christmas..."

“Well then, I wonder who this could be?“

“Telephone.”

“Usagi.”

“You know, babysitting isn’t exactly what I call fun either.”