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His nervousness definitely spiked when he saw that the odd colours on this…man’s? Face weren’t coming off. He didn’t know  what he was dealing with here, and in an unknown situation like this, he preferred not to engage entirely. 

                       " Alright, I will do so. " With one twist of the heel, he spun around the KND agent, stopping behind him. Well, he was certainly 'out of the younger's face' now. He leaned slightly backwards, placing a hand on the child's  head for support as he studied the tree house. He gained a slightly bitter expression. Too creative this place was for his liking.                             " Well, it certainly is creative. Maybe                               I should direct that Sketchbook here                               instead. She'd have a field day with                               all this. Right up her alley it is! "

         ❝But sometimes it is nice                to relax and lose track of                one’s time. You have                 relaxed before, right?❞

                      " I only relax when I know                         everything's timely. If one                         loses track of time then                          everything becomes wacky."

                  -Have you ever read anything about Sherlock Holmes?”

                   " Heard about, yes, but not read.                      I am a clock mind you. Holmes                      as in the greatest detective in the                     world, correct? "

"Basil of Baker Street, the best and most well-known detective among the mice of London!"

                   " It's a pleasure to meet you, Basil.                      'Detective', huh? Sounds like a big                      job for such a small m o u s e . "

What’s your name?”

                   " I am called Tony.                    And who are y o u? "

⎼⎼⎼ ✘ Tip’s hand froze,                ❝ What? Why? ❞

                    " That little project there belongs                       to a very bad wench. She'll                       blow a casket if she finds something                       out of o r d e r ."