ㅤㅤ•° not like she had anything but euros and yens in her wallet.

ㅤㅤ•° she propped her head with both hands, with her elbows on the table between them.

ㅤㅤ“Is that so.ᐣ I apologize for bothering you, my lady. I'll be quieter next time, stealthier too.”
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ•° she took on a battle stance, baton ready on her side.

ㅤㅤ“Well, whatever it is you're looking at, I'm sure it's quite dramatic, seeing that it destroyed a gas station of all things.ᐟ“
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ•° she pulled away, a cheerful smile replacing the look she had before, as she rejoined her friend.

ㅤㅤ“𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰.ᐟ 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.“

ㅤㅤ•° the rats skittered away, deeper into the sewer. The magpies return to their nests.

ㅤㅤ“𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.”
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ“Don't expect a clean operation, I will wet my hands with blood, and don't think you or your boss are above me. I am Papillon d'Ombre la Deuxiéme. I refuse to be controlled by the police, or the mafia.”

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° the blonde approached, her tall six foot figure easily looming over the shorter woman.

—&—

ㅤㅤ“𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.ᐣ”

ㅤㅤ•° Luka merely shrugged, popping his first bubblegum balloon of the night. The rats continue to watch, the magpies flutter their feathers about.

ㅤㅤ“Anywho,“

—&—

ㅤㅤ“I've met about half. I must say, they're quite the let down. All that money, owned by such weak men.ᐣ I suppose I shouldn't expect too much.“

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ--—𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬.

ㅤㅤ•° moon-colored eyes looked away from the redhead, back to her friend.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° Luka pulled out his pack of gum, popping one into his mouth. His hands were shaking.

ㅤㅤ•° Cerise smiled, producing the red book from her trench coat.

—&—

ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ The birds rats are watching.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ“I'll have black coffee and two cinnamon rolls, then. Those should pair nicely.”

ㅤㅤ•° not a bad combo if she says so herself.

ㅤㅤ“You.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ

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“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝙶𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗’ 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚝.“

“𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠.“

“...“

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.“

ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“You, wearing a phantom thief's getup.ᐣ Now that's a sight to be excited for.”

ㅤㅤ•° she toyed with the ends of her cape, spreading them to form a simple wing shape.

ㅤㅤ“I have a second form, if you're interested, with real bat wings and all that.”
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ•° the smell of oil made her want to gag, but not wanting to puke up such a nice dinner she held back.

ㅤㅤ•° there was ... something wrong here, she could see that. But she was sure it was beyond normal arson.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ“Malaya.ᐟ”

ㅤㅤ•° the dhampir shouted, stepping through the flame and coming unscathed. She paused just before hitting the smaller woman, hands on her waist

ㅤㅤ“Why- what the hell happened here.ᐣ”

—&—