#cosmophobicpi

        “  y’know,  you  should  tell  your  buddies  over  there  that  if  they’re  gonna  try  to  catch  ME,  they’re  gonna  need  to  run  faster  than  THAT.  “  it’s  not  the  first  time  he’s  been  brought  in  for  questioning  simply  because  of  his  appearance,  and  it  certainly  wouldn’t  be  the  LAST.  the  blue  blur  has  simply  learned  to  have  a  little  bit  of  harmless  FUN  with  it,  as  much  of  a  headache  as  he  was  causing  these  poor,  naive  enforcement  officers.

“Just Gillian’s fine.” He sinks into the chair a little—just a bit, it’s not that comfortable. He's looking at the PI, around his office. Gillian’s hair is in its usual combed-but-mussed-up do, but he feels more on the dishevelled side.

Old L.A. is a long ways from Neo Kobe City even with how fast travel is these days. It’s that, and the ever resurfacing confusion amid recent clarity, that has him hung up on the small things.

“Ah, anyway, I saw your ad in one of the newspapers.” He explains. It’s not all nerves. ‘Cause, not to mention, he’s still struggling with a 50-year-bout of amnesia. Gillian rakes his fingers through tufts of brown at the back of his head. “I’m looking for someone.”