Post by Yuuto Nakamura on Oct 24, 2021 23:03:32 GMT
The detective was waiting just outside the police station's entrance - he'd made the excuse that he was expecting Lockon to arrive at some point soon, but more or less everyone there knew he was just looking for an excuse to step outside for a cigarette. It'd been a busy day, and he'd hardly had the time to light one up. It seemed as though luck wasn't on his side, however, as he'd barely lifted the lighter from his pocket before a familiar car parked nearby, and a familiar blonde stepped out from the driver's seat. Even without the signature red glow of his helmet's eyepieces, Lockon held an intimidating air about him with something so simple as a glance.
"Still haven't kicked the habit, Kudo?" He said, while shutting the door with a dull thud.
"Not for lack of trying." The dark-haired man said, replacing the light and cigarette, before lifting himself off the wall and moving over to meet Lockon face to face. "But with these murders going on, me and the boys have been working our asses off trying to get anything close to a lead. Not to mention everything else that's going on... Christ, I heard something about a turf war as well. Ah well. No rest for the wicked, eh?" The detective rounded his summary off with a grimace and a shrug, evidently resigned to his fate. Lockon's expression, meanwhile, shifted a little at the mention of gangs, though with how little it changed, most would've thought him just silently acknowledging Kudo's remark.
The detective continued without being prompted, turning to lead Lockon into the station, and holding the door open when he was past it. Lockon followed, of course, remaining quiet while Kudo kept talking. "It's a shame Bureizu couldn't make it. I'd hoped to get you both briefed on this at the same time, but you hero types always have problems of your own to sort out, don't you?"
"Whatever it was, it sounded urgent."
"I'm sure I'll get to him at some point. For now, you should probably take a seat, this might take a while. You want something to drink, by the way? Tea, coffee?"
"Water."
Kudo offered a smirk in response. "All these years, and all you've ever asked for is water. What, my coffee ain’t good enough for you?" Lockon let himself into the room, standing against the door to keep it open while the man himself grabbed a mug and a plastic cup.
"If you want me to drink it, stop making it taste like boiled dirt."
"It's coffee, you snob, it's supposed to taste like boiled dirt."
"Or maybe you just seared all your tastebuds off and can't remember what anything good tastes like."
The detective paused a moment, processing the retort, before offering a short, sharp, laugh. "Ha! So there IS a heart under all that armour!"
The water was handed over to Lockon, and he took it without much more than a nod in thanks. The two entered, and Lockon stood at one side of the table, sipping idly from the cup while he waited for the man to organise his files. Folders were placed on the table, all in a neat pile off to the side, while a map was called up on the projector opposite him.
"So what do we know?" Lockon asked tersely, getting straight to the point, his tone shifting from calm joking to seriousness in an instant. "You wouldn't have called me here if there wasn't something off about the case."
"Still haven't kicked the habit, Kudo?" He said, while shutting the door with a dull thud.
"Not for lack of trying." The dark-haired man said, replacing the light and cigarette, before lifting himself off the wall and moving over to meet Lockon face to face. "But with these murders going on, me and the boys have been working our asses off trying to get anything close to a lead. Not to mention everything else that's going on... Christ, I heard something about a turf war as well. Ah well. No rest for the wicked, eh?" The detective rounded his summary off with a grimace and a shrug, evidently resigned to his fate. Lockon's expression, meanwhile, shifted a little at the mention of gangs, though with how little it changed, most would've thought him just silently acknowledging Kudo's remark.
The detective continued without being prompted, turning to lead Lockon into the station, and holding the door open when he was past it. Lockon followed, of course, remaining quiet while Kudo kept talking. "It's a shame Bureizu couldn't make it. I'd hoped to get you both briefed on this at the same time, but you hero types always have problems of your own to sort out, don't you?"
"Whatever it was, it sounded urgent."
"I'm sure I'll get to him at some point. For now, you should probably take a seat, this might take a while. You want something to drink, by the way? Tea, coffee?"
"Water."
Kudo offered a smirk in response. "All these years, and all you've ever asked for is water. What, my coffee ain’t good enough for you?" Lockon let himself into the room, standing against the door to keep it open while the man himself grabbed a mug and a plastic cup.
"If you want me to drink it, stop making it taste like boiled dirt."
"It's coffee, you snob, it's supposed to taste like boiled dirt."
"Or maybe you just seared all your tastebuds off and can't remember what anything good tastes like."
The detective paused a moment, processing the retort, before offering a short, sharp, laugh. "Ha! So there IS a heart under all that armour!"
The water was handed over to Lockon, and he took it without much more than a nod in thanks. The two entered, and Lockon stood at one side of the table, sipping idly from the cup while he waited for the man to organise his files. Folders were placed on the table, all in a neat pile off to the side, while a map was called up on the projector opposite him.
"So what do we know?" Lockon asked tersely, getting straight to the point, his tone shifting from calm joking to seriousness in an instant. "You wouldn't have called me here if there wasn't something off about the case."