[The week had done many, many things to the renowned thief Arsene Lupin III, but the one thing it hadn't done was leave him a fidgety mess, where he was so energetic that he just couldn't focus. He had that focus, and was himself astounded by it. Of all things...
It would be a lie to say that he hadn't liked the memories. It would be an equal lie to admit that he hadn't enjoyed himself as the slicer known as Red, as the intelligence officer that had recieved the rank of Commander, Arsenn Lupan. It would be a goddamn lie to say that he hadn't enjoyed his time with Goldie--no, Adele-- and that he hadn't wished it would continue forever.
The fact that Smoker was at his door wasn't a surprise, though it did send an odd jolt of tension through his spine. Not now, not now... He knew for a fact that the Marine wouldn't go away though, knew that it was probably for the best if he played along as if nothing had happened.
While he didn't have a Civil War, he did have a status quo that needed to be maintained at all costs.]
..I didn't see the Detective a hell of a lot either last week, Captain. She believed she was a part of Whitebeard's crew, though. Yes, I know it was a shift, but it was wierd.
[No, he hasn't opened the door. He is leaning on it, however. For a door that opens to the inside, even a skinny guy like him can make for a halfway decent barricade for a while.]
April 9th // Action
It would be a lie to say that he hadn't liked the memories. It would be an equal lie to admit that he hadn't enjoyed himself as the slicer known as Red, as the intelligence officer that had recieved the rank of Commander, Arsenn Lupan. It would be a goddamn lie to say that he hadn't enjoyed his time with Goldie--no, Adele-- and that he hadn't wished it would continue forever.
The fact that Smoker was at his door wasn't a surprise, though it did send an odd jolt of tension through his spine. Not now, not now... He knew for a fact that the Marine wouldn't go away though, knew that it was probably for the best if he played along as if nothing had happened.
While he didn't have a Civil War, he did have a status quo that needed to be maintained at all costs.]
..I didn't see the Detective a hell of a lot either last week, Captain. She believed she was a part of Whitebeard's crew, though. Yes, I know it was a shift, but it was wierd.
[No, he hasn't opened the door. He is leaning on it, however. For a door that opens to the inside, even a skinny guy like him can make for a halfway decent barricade for a while.]