redjacketthief | Appointments

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This is the mailbox of your's truely, Arsene Lupin III. I take it that you've come here because you want to talk to me or make some kind of plan. Whatever it is, I'l gladly listen, but I need your name, date, time, and the best way to get back to you. Sorry I missed you, and I'll get back to you soon, okay?

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[It wasn't often Adele decided to act adorable, but. Call it a bit of Goldie sticking around. She lifts her glass, grins, and finishes what's left in it.]

[He finishes off his as well and chuckles--she made it hard to resist. Lupin would, however, for the sake of everyone.]

...you know, you might not come across as so stern if you smiled more often. It suits you.

I smile when it is in me to smile. I do not often feel like smiling.

[She lifts a shoulder and pours Lupin another glass.]

More's the pity--it's a nice smile.

[Short salute, and a grateful sip.]

So I've been told.

[She fills her own and takes a slow drink, attention sliding around the plaza. There was something else on her mind at the moment. And she wasn't certain exactly how to accuse him of this.]

Is there a particular reason why over the past few weeks you've been urging me either directly or by proxy, to indulge in sweets?

[Have an innocent look, Adele.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

This would have nothing to do with the alteration to my figure during the shift, would it?

[He's not answering that. He's just going to smile.]

...

[She waits until he's not drinking his wine, then reaches out. It's a quick, sharp slap upside the head, followed by a tug on his earlobe.]

You are terrible.

[Good thing she waited, because he's just lauging.]

Maybe! I was asked to choose between A and B--I picked C and was told that it was impossible. So, I went with A.5!

I'm not here for you to oogle, Lupin.

It's my .5, and the only concession I'll allow myself Goldie. I'll try valiantly not to touch or flirt.

...Red is still there, you know. I remember everything very clearly.

You know my feelings on infidelity.

[Not entirely serious, because he wasn't entirely serious. Still she's somewhat more aware of the buttons on her top at the moment. And deliberately does not finish fastening them to the throat. That would just make it worse.]

As do I.

...

You stole my hairpin.

A token. Nothing more.

[He was aware of everyone's thoughts on infidelity in comparison to his--it was why he made his only concession at looking and nothing more. He wouldn't be able to stop if he tried something further, and that was adultery even by his definition.]

[Were it Red in truth, and Fujiko was not an issue? Adele might have allowed it. Gladly, even. Red was, had been, a wonderful friend. A dear companion. A sweet, tender man that she should not miss.]

...I liked that hair pin.

[And she's trying. So. So very hard not to pout.]

[Just as he tried valiantly not to see Goldie in her movements, in her hidden smiles. It was more than just friendship to Red, but a companionship that he didn't think he would ever fully achieve back on Yavin IV. It was hard, but Lupin kept reminding himself that it was just a Malnosso lie.

Besides, he had Fujiko. When they returned, they would be too busy to remember any of this beyond dreams.]

He liked it too, and left me with very little.

And she left me with all too much.

[Letters, notes, journals. The one letter to Red that Adele will never deliver. No matter what's inside. It wasn't fair to Lupin, not him, not Fujiko. It'll stay at the bottom of her desk drawer until she leaves this place.]

I don't suppose I'll ever get it back then, will I?

[it was starting to be a trend for him--every single shift or event that affected him left a little something behind. A souvenir, a small token, a mess...

He wasn't going to budge, but at least has the grace to look away.]

Nope. Sorry.

...

[She gives him a moment. And only a moment before she leans over, comfortable and easy, to bump her elbow against his side. Light. Not enough to jar anything. Something platonic and companionable.]

You'll just have to find me a replacement, then.

[mood broken, he chuckles. Oh, the coincidences!]

Man~ are you sure you and Fujiko aren't collaborating? Because I owe two women something shiney now!

I was fond of that pin, you stole it. It's only right that you replace it.

[She huffs a laugh into her glass of wine, and attempts to look affronted. She fails.]

[...that's adorable too.]

I'll replace it when you least expect it--don't worry.

You'd better. Or I'm taking your jacket back.

[Don't think she won't. She will.]

At least let me commission a new one first??

You have...a month. Then? I'm coming for your coat.

[She doesn't know why she does it, other than to tease him. But she pulls out a small card from the bag, a pen, and scribbles out 'I shall steal this coat for compensation in a month if a hairpin is not delivered' with her initials below surrounded by, well, wings. And slides it into his coat pocket.

Lupin, your coat has been calling card'd.]

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