- Drabble -
Player: dreamoflight
Subject: Itsuki Koizumi (+ mentions of Kaito)
Table: B [ Prompt Table ]
Prompt: Prowl
Itsuki sat on a chair in his darkened room, legs crossed, waiting patiently.
It made him feel a bit villanous, really. He felt like he should be stroking a white cat in his lap or chuckling with sinister intent. He’d put some effort into holding Lulu for a while, but she’d gotten bored and gone to terrorize the civilizations of dust bunnies under the bed.
Over the sound of her scurrying and occasional chirrups, he could faintly hear someone prowling around in the kitchen.
The heist note had a ‘nothing personal’ scribbled at the bottom; it was likely another challenge or contest, as there was no other reason he would have anything worth stealing. Itsuki certainly didn’t begrudge him, but he also certainly wasn’t above having a little fun with things.
About half an hour later, jerking awake after dozing off in his chair, he stood up in the sudden silence, opened the door of his room and surveyed the living room. Near-invisible trip wires lay cut on the floor; the burglar alarm still blinked silently next to the door, not having registered anything wrong; the superglue hidden in strategic locations had just as strategically been avoided. One trap that he was particularly proud of, which should have sent a cascade of pots and pans crashing down, was neatly dismantled.
The manilla file folder named in the note, the one containing hard copies of nine months’ worth of observations on the community and the members thereof, was gone off the living room coffee table.
He allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
He wished he could see the look on Kaito’s face when, after inevitably opening the folder out of curiosity, he was faced with two pages of observations and forty pages photocopied from Aquarium Fish Monthly.
Subject: Itsuki Koizumi (+ mentions of Kaito)
Table: B [ Prompt Table ]
Prompt: Prowl
Itsuki sat on a chair in his darkened room, legs crossed, waiting patiently.
It made him feel a bit villanous, really. He felt like he should be stroking a white cat in his lap or chuckling with sinister intent. He’d put some effort into holding Lulu for a while, but she’d gotten bored and gone to terrorize the civilizations of dust bunnies under the bed.
Over the sound of her scurrying and occasional chirrups, he could faintly hear someone prowling around in the kitchen.
The heist note had a ‘nothing personal’ scribbled at the bottom; it was likely another challenge or contest, as there was no other reason he would have anything worth stealing. Itsuki certainly didn’t begrudge him, but he also certainly wasn’t above having a little fun with things.
About half an hour later, jerking awake after dozing off in his chair, he stood up in the sudden silence, opened the door of his room and surveyed the living room. Near-invisible trip wires lay cut on the floor; the burglar alarm still blinked silently next to the door, not having registered anything wrong; the superglue hidden in strategic locations had just as strategically been avoided. One trap that he was particularly proud of, which should have sent a cascade of pots and pans crashing down, was neatly dismantled.
The manilla file folder named in the note, the one containing hard copies of nine months’ worth of observations on the community and the members thereof, was gone off the living room coffee table.
He allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
He wished he could see the look on Kaito’s face when, after inevitably opening the folder out of curiosity, he was faced with two pages of observations and forty pages photocopied from Aquarium Fish Monthly.