#devildefense

burn it

ema to nahyuta: ;        )

that can change if you call me a snake again YOU LIL SHIT 1V1 ME

“Oh? Interesting.”

why is he here? why did he choose to visit this despicable man, even after all was said and done and his badge returned? perhaps it was a lack of closure-- a lack of understanding that brought him back. he simply can’t help but be drawn in, hm? how funny.

“Who the fuck robs a hotel gift shop!? Iiiiii fuckin’ hate this city!”

Hadn’t even been on the crime scene for ten seconds, and he already owed the swear jar 50 cents. This is gonna be a great day.

… Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating a little bit. Naobi, despite not being a place any sane person would want to vacation to, has plenty of upscale hotels. The tallest buildings that stood out from the rest of the city skyline are hotels, with the goal of giving traveling businessmen a place to stay. The ‘uptight, stuffy, suit-wearing, briefcase-holding’ population is thick as smog in these places. Less-so where Kisama was standing, though; The area had been taped off, the police chief standing with another officer at the gift shop’s entrance.

“W… well, sir… It’s a little more complicated than that…” He starts, fidgeting with the papers on his clipboard.  “This gift shop actually had some expensive things in it. That display case by the door had a whole bunch of crystal statues and watches.”

It certainly didn’t anymore. Looking over, the tall, glass case has a giant hole broken into the front, with everything inside gone. Glass pieces everywhere, all over the floor– Some clear, some colored, some with odd shapes. Hmm… Anyways, they can’t sweep it up until forensics finishes photographing, which is why such a large area had to be taped off.

“Do we have a suspect yet?”

“Yes sir, we’re interviewing her and the other witnesses right no– …”

“…?” Th’hell? His officer just… stopped, looking past him now. Well shit, whatever just got his attention better be worth such disrespect! Kisama turns, instantly meeting the gaze of a stranger. (Or so he assumed– The glint of the man’s glasses hid his eyes from this angle. How dramatic.) More disturbingly… feh… At 6′1′’, Kisama had grown pretty used to being the tallest guy in the room. Being at eye-level with someone, if not a little shorter, always rattled him.

at least he’ll die quicker tho