Appointments

[redjacketthief]

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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[redjacketthief]

[Lupin stiffened at the contact, but didn't tear his eyes away when Spock busied himself with the device itself. He was going to need a scarf, he knew. Discretion was always his game, no matter the situation.

Even with his Penalty. Especially with his Penalty.

The brush of Spock's fingers in such a delicate location called a prior idea to mind. He followed Spock's request in an attempt to voice it.]

We're going to have to get you gloves if you keep touching people like this. It's bad for your health.

/facepalm

[spohkh]

[Though Arsene sounds like he is talking through a hollow space, it will suffice. He removes his hand and takes his regular stance once again with the customary eyebrow...]

I am not ill....and Vulcan control allows me to do just that, control all incoming and outgoing sensations. I am in no need of gloves. The 'Shift' merely stripped me of my control and left all senses without a....focus. Though that would be putting it mildly.

[Spock nods to Arsene...]
I shall take my leave. I hope you....enjoy yourself Arsene.