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In the locket, there's only so many things you can see before the impossible starts to look possible, and the absurd makes perfect sense.
Seeing a man in a top hat, mask, and cape talking on a pay phone probably stretches one of those things a little far. He's got a cane tucked under his arm, even. "I'm sorry, I just got held up by some..." He leans out of the phone booth and glances at three men, fairly roughed up, and handcuffed to a lamppost. "...Unexpected business. ...Yes, you're going to need to call a squad car down. No, I'm not sticking around this time, you remember what happened the last time?" He nods to himself, then smiles to the phone. "So, your turn to cook tonight? I'm really looking forward to that duck recipe you were.... My turn?" He blinks behind his mask and takes the phone away to look at it as if it'd sprouted arms and legs. "...Yeah. Um. Hey, how about we eat out tonight, it's been a little while, right? Two days counts as a little while. ...Yeah. Yeah, okay. All right, I'll see you in a little bit. I love you too. 'Bye."
He hangs up, gives one of the handcuffed men a final crack on top of the skull with his cane, and looks left and right before crossing the street. Three yards later, and it's Chiba Mamoru walking down the sidewalks. He doesn't particularly seem to be paying attention to anything right now, so he's probably pesterable.
Seeing a man in a top hat, mask, and cape talking on a pay phone probably stretches one of those things a little far. He's got a cane tucked under his arm, even. "I'm sorry, I just got held up by some..." He leans out of the phone booth and glances at three men, fairly roughed up, and handcuffed to a lamppost. "...Unexpected business. ...Yes, you're going to need to call a squad car down. No, I'm not sticking around this time, you remember what happened the last time?" He nods to himself, then smiles to the phone. "So, your turn to cook tonight? I'm really looking forward to that duck recipe you were.... My turn?" He blinks behind his mask and takes the phone away to look at it as if it'd sprouted arms and legs. "...Yeah. Um. Hey, how about we eat out tonight, it's been a little while, right? Two days counts as a little while. ...Yeah. Yeah, okay. All right, I'll see you in a little bit. I love you too. 'Bye."
He hangs up, gives one of the handcuffed men a final crack on top of the skull with his cane, and looks left and right before crossing the street. Three yards later, and it's Chiba Mamoru walking down the sidewalks. He doesn't particularly seem to be paying attention to anything right now, so he's probably pesterable.