And from the shadows…
could she believe it ?
no.
█▇ This was far too surreal to possibly even try to elaborate.
As Carmelita tried to speak nothing but a hoarse mumble escaped her,
with the horde of uniforms lingering outside waiting for a motive, she steadied her aim and moved forth, like the ℚueen of the chessboard, sturdy exterior, but {crumbling} inside.
That all too familiar voice of the thief that drove her to madness in more ways than one
and then that smile, that irritating snide smirk
those *ﾟtwinkling mischievous eyes, with the moonlight dancing in each pupil.
❝S━ly━ you━ ━
Muscle ѕpαѕмѕ, the raised arm shaking like a cat in cold water.
Then━ came the rage.
❝ WHY YOU━YOU,
ARROGANT,
COWARDLY,
SPINELESS
IDIOTA ! ❞
And that’s when he laughed, not the conservative, cool laugh of a practiced thief, but the doting nervousness of a cornered amateur. And his arms raised as if he were preparing for the worst, smile twitching with just a touch of resilience.
“ Too soon? ”
So much for being calm and collected.
With that same wavering sense of caution, he lifted his cane over the shoulder, placing it in a proper strap designed for just the thing at his back. With weapon away, he attempted, but quite possibly failed, to add just a touch of that trademark charm.
“ Would you believe that I actually have a logical excu- explanation. this time? “ Because I don’t.
With hands still held out at his front, he continued to grin, eyes softening to something of guilt, or was that nervousness? Hands clad in the adoration of gloved fabric came to lower just a tad, as if to euthanize the situation with just a touch reason. Gone were all his thoughts of riches and luxuries. Carmelita always knew how to rise his attention.
“ You wouldn’t shoot me before hearing me out, would you? I’ve got rights and all that. Right to be proven innocent maybe? “
Like the very paintings that hung proudly in the hallowed hall, she was frozen, left eye twitching with confusion and temper.
Oh sure …quite the charmer.
As her breath began to steady it’s brisk pace, Carmelita found herself lowering the gun,
she should by all means blast the ringtailed rascal for all the worry he’d put her through, not to mention his friends.
Releasing gritted teeth she pulled herself back, back into the now.
And with one swift action she retrieved the radio from her pocket.
❝ Back to the station boys,
it was just a Ｒａｔ.❞
those daggers again, but also a look that whispered / I’m doing this for you /.
❝ You’d better have a good sob story, Sly,
then I might just feel some condolences for you. ❞
A listening ear ━━
pretty rare of the strict Inspector Fox to offer, but what would be her other option ?
they’d go back to playing, cops and robbers.