(open/closed) you were a wild thing

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Who ⬤ shou (tamamo) & you!
What ⬤ september/october catch-all.
When ⬤ various.
Where ⬤ also various.
Content Warnings ⬤ none yet, will update as needed. (shou being a blockhead.)

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— ʜᴀʀᴜ (ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴜᴇ.)

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[ word travels fast in this city when there's a job to be done, which is good news for shou because he's nothing if not dedicated to earning his keep. not that marie expected it of him when opening her apartment to him, but it works in his favor — financially and spatially. he's in sutoku territory enough to have heard of the newest internet cafe's deep pockets and unending troubles, so he's come to size the job up.

right now, he's idling a good distance away from the place, noting its location, exterior, unique passersby... but so as not to appear suspicious in his stakeout, he's seated at one of the outdoor tables of a bakery across the street, a bag of to-go pastries in the chair next to him.

because he's watching everyone around him (even with a milk cream bread in his mouth) he pauses when he recognizes a familiar face approaching. ]

Okumura-san?

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Oh?

[ He receives an inquisitive look, one that quickly brightens as she recognizes the person who'd just called out to her. Mildly. ]

Tenkuubashi-kun! Hello. I-- were you eating lunch? [ do pastries count as lunch? Well, bread... ]

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No, I'm performing a stakeout.

[ — he says, casually. as if that's a normal thing one does at a cute bakery. ]

But seeing as this is a good vantage point, I thought I'd try the pastries while I'm here. [ he gestures to the very... full bag... ] Help yourself.

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A... stakeout? I thought that was best done with binoculars and behind a bush...

[ well, who is she to judge. ]

Ah, are you sure, though? I wouldn't want to take anything you purchased for yourself. [ Which. Appears to be all of it?? ]

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[ a bakery, a bush... it's all the same to him as long as he can see what he needs to. and sitting here, he does look pretty unassuming, especially with another milk cream bun already in his mouth. ]

Yes, go ahead. Besides, it might look strange if I'm the only one eating.

[ remember, it's a stakeout; they gotta look natural. ]

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Ah, right. Thank you.

[ she'll reach into the bag and pull out a lovingly wrapped slice of roll cake. ]

Have you noticed anything?

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[ good taste, haru. ]

Yes, a few things. Have you heard of that café's owner having troubles? The one across the road.

[ he nods towards the establishment that, well. it's not exactly the most official looking of places, but there was An Effort Of Some Kind. ]

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Ah, yes. I'd heard he was sort of struggling with the business. I'd meant to go in and see how he was faring.

[ From the sound of it, not great? ]

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From what I can tell, it's going... [ he crumples an empty wrapper in his hand, pausing. ] Poorly.

[ let's just call a spade a spade. ]

I've witnessed a number of thefts already.

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... Oh, dear. So it's already worse than I'd heard.

Then I think-- if a theft occurs again while we're here, I'd like to stop it.

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Yes, I would also like to prevent the next incident from occurring. [ his expression is unaffected, but he's not one to idle when there's injustice about, at least. ] If possible, I'd like to recover the previously stolen items as well.