Because this isn't late...

[triptoprofiler]

Who: Norman Jayden and the Phancyhive Household
When: Saturday, June 11th.
Where: The Phancyhive Manor
Summary: Jayden has a search warrant and he's going to be asking a few questions.
Warnings: PG-13 at most. Will change if need be

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Grell Sutcliff || Cat Nursery

[deathknellgrell]

[ Having unsuccessfully searched for Sebastian in the kitchen (and instead having found an irritable Gilbert Nightray, making coffee and studying scone recipes), Grell has repaired to the room most likely to attract the attention of a certain cat-loving demon. That's right. The CAT NURSERY. It doesn't hurt that Grell quite likes cats too, having been one himself... ]

Who's a good boy, hmmm~?

[ He's currently scritching a tabby cat behind the ears. Said cat is enthusiastically purring! ]

[triptoprofiler]

[Even Jayden had to pause at that one; what the fuck was a cat nursery? But the ARI didn't give him any big signs on who this person was; so not a threat? Maybe?

Jayden remembered him from the network post, though. As much as he would like to stay away, he couldn't. He leaned against the doorframe.]

I did always like cats more then dogs.

[deathknellgrell]

People say they're independent and standoffish--

[ The tabby rubs against him, clearly eager for more attention. ]

But you just have to ~understand~ them.

[triptoprofiler]

They're a lot like people in that way.

[He gives a small smile.]

You're...Grell, right?

[deathknellgrell]

I am.

[ Grell doesn't get up ]

How d'you do?

And you are--?

[triptoprofiler]

Good, pretty good today.

[Leans down to scratch a cat behind the ears.]

I'm Norman Jayden. I'm with the SPPD, I'm here looking around and asking people a few questions.

[deathknellgrell]

A ~pleasure~

OOOoooooOOOoooh~! The police, is it?

[ Waggles his finger back and forth ]

Has someone been naugh~ty~?

[triptoprofiler]

Yeah, you could say that. [He looks up.]

Cutting off people's heads is a serious crime.

1/2

[deathknellgrell]

How awful!

2/2

[deathknellgrell]

Hn~! And how de-light-ful. Ahhahahahahha~! Cutting off heads, CHOP CHOP!

You think it's someone here?

[triptoprofiler]

Several pieces of evidence points to some people here, yes.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Rubs his hands together ]

OOoooOOOoooh~! I ~wonder~ who it could be. Can't be Ciel, he's too WET. A half-hearted stabbing's all he's capable of, hn~! Oh, and he has a gun - but you can't behead people with a gun, can you?

[triptoprofiler]

[He'd love to have Blake go and take a walk with this guy.]

Not the way these were done. It'd have to be a blade.

[deathknellgrell]

Could be my darling Bassie~♥

That's Ciel's butler, by the way. But - beheading's not his style, really. Would take AGES to cut someone's head off with a butter knife, hn~!

But come to think of it...

Alois Trancy's butler has a certain ~fixation~ with heads.

[triptoprofiler]

Does he? Which one is that, again?

[deathknellgrell]

Claude. Tall, dark, glasses. Hair sticks up a bit. You can't miss him.

Hn~! I'm sure he'd find a way to behead someone, were he so inclined...