hatesthefood: (Death's shadow)
Ken Hidaka ([personal profile] hatesthefood) wrote2010-01-30 09:09 pm
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There's a pop, then a splash as a masked brunette fell on his hands and knees in the fountain. A muffled curse could be heard from behind the half-mask before he looked up, reaching up to carefully brush dripping hair from his face before he looked back to make sure he still had his gloves in their best shape.

"... good job. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere."

[ooc: Here's Ken back in the City. His memories are very much subdued and can and will be pulled back to the surface if jogged in the right way.]
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[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ken grinned and let his eyes close.

"Not a shock, there. Need any help with it?"

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"The police force always needs help. You'll learn that once you've been here a week."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd be willing to help, if you like. It's not like I don't have experience."

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Mamoru watched him for a moment.

"I run tech. Talk to Harry Dresden, he's got investigations."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I might just do that. Still wanna see the Koneko, too."

He looked back at him, cocking an eyebrow.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I have to go," Mamoru said finally, taking another step toward the door. He was off balance, and it was showing.

"I'll forward you some logs of your past activity here. Maybe it will jog something."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure thing. Thanks again, Mamoru. Or do I need to call you Takatori-san?"

There was no sarcasm in his voice. Just a simple question.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Mamoru's fine." He closes his eyes for a minute. He might stand on ceremony with Aya, but not with Ken. He just can't keep it up.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ken leaned back up, watching him carefully.

"Hey, you okay?"

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine. I'll get out of here so I can send you those logs." And breathe. Breathing would be good.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ken was still watching him, gaze lingering.

"Okay. Hey... thanks again."

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"It's fine."

Mamoru gave him a quick nod, then turned, getting out.
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