☇ 04 | I think I'll find another way.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ In the kitchen this little kid can be seen sitting at a table, dressed warmly with her hat lying in front of her. Her cheeks are still somewhat red from having been out on the mountainside all day and her hands are wrapped around a mug of hot cocoa to warm herself up.

Taking a sip there is a notable sigh to be heard before she yawns-- another day, another dead body. What with being a kid and all, one would think children don't find themselves getting involved in homicides. Of course she can simply blame it on the kid detective while drinking her cocoa peacefully.

This also means she should be bothered at great lengths. ]



[ ooc: Just a minor canon update to chapters 556 through 558 because it was about time for one. /has been lazy these days ]

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[ex_fatalist246]

[A teenager falls from the sky]

[Not that far up - only a meter or so - and he lands with a thud, wincing. But nothing is broken and he pulls himself back to his feet]

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ And now for something completely different! In mid-sip she stares over the rim of her mug, blinking once, then twice at him. ]

... Are you all right?

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi will not dignify his fall with the effort of straightening himself out after]

Yes. I tripped.

[...though using a Niwa-level excuse is just embarrassing.]

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

You tripped.

[ Ai could only think back on equally lame excuses made by the kid detective. ]

That must have been quite a trip then.

[ex_fatalist246]

[without acknowledging the failness of his excuse]

On the stairs.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

I see.

[ While it was fail it was reasonable. Sort of. She's not one to pry. ]

[ex_fatalist246]

[he fixes the position of his glasses] Winter?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ sips cocoa ] Trip to a snow lodge.

[ex_fatalist246]

[a nod]

[then a pause]

Does it have climbing equipment?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

It may, I was only observing everything during the trip.

[ex_fatalist246]

Any type of grappling hook would be helpful.

[he is maintaining his deadpan about this, as if it perfectly normal to want a grappling hook after tripping on, uh, stairs]

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ And suddenly it's a deadpan-off! ]

... Why?

[ex_fatalist246]

They're high stairs.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

Exactly what sort of stairs are these?

[ex_fatalist246]

Top floor of a museum.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

What about an elevator?

[ex_fatalist246]

I didn't fall out of an elevator.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

There aren't any elevators in the museum that will take you to the top floor.

[ex_fatalist246]

I'm familiar with this museum's layout.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ this conversation feels like it's going in circles ]

What's on the top floor of this museum then that requires the use of a grappling hook to get up the stairs?

[ex_fatalist246]

[calmly] I feel off the stairs. I'm trying not to hit the ground.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

... Hang on a moment.

[ Setting her mug down she turns in her chair to hop down, but she's gone before her feet touch the ground. After a moment she returns with the requested item in hand.

Hold it out to him-- ]

I'll wait here for it to be returned. I have to get it back to Agasa before we leave.

[ex_fatalist246]

I won't be long.

[Satoshi accepts it and vanishes. He returns with the item in one hand and his glasses, broken, in the other]

Thank you for your assistance.

[maturelildevil.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't immediately notice Ai sitting at the table as he comes in, still in his uniform. only once he's procured two melon sodas does he turn around and see her, almost dropping them]

Ah, it's you!

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[She breaks away from her thoughts to look up, pulling the mug away from her mouth to set it down.] Hello, Kaoru-san.