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[powernaps]

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Did someone say something about Ema needing to get laid...?

[investigative]

[Everyone's favorite moody detective can be found at the precinct, munching away... as usual. Have fun with this one~]

I played a new game. It's called Login Shotgun.

[gunsmokeangel]

[Cue some idiot walking in. So much for a quiet day of munching.]

Hey, excuse me, Miss? Is this where I bring a lost wallet I found?

[Oh shit- it's the infamous criminal, Vash the Stampede!]

Well, it's not like we didn't want these two to do something together before! XD

[investigative]

[Unfortunately, it's never a quiet day of munching for Ema... if it's not one thing, it's another. She looks up from her back of snacks (and the paper work she's been procrastinating on. After staring at him for a good few moments... (why did he look so familiar?), she stops munching long enough to speak.]

I'm a detective, not a lost and found box.

[gunsmokeangel]

Well, I don't want to leave it in the wrong hands! Are you sure I can't just leave it here, in case someone reports their wallet is missing?

[Vash rubs the back of his head. A tall man in a red trenchcoat with spikey hair... ring a bell?]

[investigative]

[Really, she's considering taking it just to get rid of him... but there's something about him. I mean, it's not like there's a wanted poster of him on the wall behind her or anything... fancy, that!]

Do I know you...? You look familiar.

[gunsmokeangel]

Me?

[Vash blinks, tilts his head, and gets a good look at Ema. Nope, hasn't met this person before.]

You weren't at the bar last night, were you? I'm sorry that wasn't a real cell phone number! I didn't want to admit I can't afford a phone in front of all the beautiful ladies!

[investigative]

[Somehow this seems to have annoyed her. Her hand delves right back into the bag of snackoos, shoving one into her mouth.]

As I've already told you, I'm a [munch.] detective. I don't have time to [munch munch munch] go to bars and pick up [munch] guys.

[swallow]

Why don't you just hand over the wallet now and go?

[gunsmokeangel]

You know stress eating isn't good for you, right? You'll put on weight and it'll be bad for your heart.

[investigative]

For your information, they're low fat. And I am not stress eating.

[Her hand twitches to reach for one of her snacks and throw them at his stupid blond head. Instead, she turns her nose up.]

If you're not going to hand over the wallet, I suggest you leave now.

ALWAYS.

[dividend]

... [guess who just wandered in to do some snooping?]

Do you ever stop eating those things?

And forever?

[investigative]

[Ema looks up from whatever it was she was doing.]

Do you even have to ask?

And forever!

[dividend]

I just have to make sure, you know. Then again, if you weren't eating them, I think it'd be a sign of the apocalypse.

and ever ever!

[investigative]

[Pout. No love, Phoenix. Just for that you get one chucked at your forehead.]

[dividend]

... do you mind? I didn't come here to get snacks thrown at my head.

[investigative]

What did you come for? I have work to do, you know.

[And by do, she means procrastinate and snack more.]

[dividend]

Work to do? Since when were you a comedian?