Meeting Lupin
Amarao listened as the man behind the counter went through his explanations, discounting recent sightings of a particular monkey-faced thief as this and that.
He knew he was lying.
Though the investigator's reactions were well hidden by his glasses, simple ticks of false eyebrows the only sign of reaction, and even those just seemed to distract the man occasionally to the inevitable muttering of eyebrows and completely side-track him from his sentences.
He had bright shock-rock hair that was so appealing to all these bands that the girls liked, and tinted lips. Loose, flowy clothes mixed with leather, likely someone Lupin would make fun of, but the collection of guitars along the wall insinuated that the man would be worth bothering with. Not that Lupin especially needed money, but he needed a guitar less.
A guitar that belonged to an alien psychopath.
Amarao stepped away from the man and walked over to Zenigata, gently tugging his arm to lead him out of the music shop. "Can I talk with you for a moment?"
He knew he was lying.
Though the investigator's reactions were well hidden by his glasses, simple ticks of false eyebrows the only sign of reaction, and even those just seemed to distract the man occasionally to the inevitable muttering of eyebrows and completely side-track him from his sentences.
He had bright shock-rock hair that was so appealing to all these bands that the girls liked, and tinted lips. Loose, flowy clothes mixed with leather, likely someone Lupin would make fun of, but the collection of guitars along the wall insinuated that the man would be worth bothering with. Not that Lupin especially needed money, but he needed a guitar less.
A guitar that belonged to an alien psychopath.
Amarao stepped away from the man and walked over to Zenigata, gently tugging his arm to lead him out of the music shop. "Can I talk with you for a moment?"