text, un: birdinthehand

[chichichi]

This announcement applies specifically to anyone staying in or visiting the Yoshiwara Dormitories in the immediate present.

Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli [ yes, she's using his whole government name ] is presently forbidden from setting foot in the dormitory.

Do not let him in. Do not feed him. Do not allow him to bum smokes off you.

He's in time-out.

For those of you unfamiliar with Caesar, he's [ -- hang on -- she's moving to look at him through the window, and wearing a plain white shirt of his that fits like a dress on her -- ] the twenty-something, muscled, blond Italian with tattoos beneath bright green eyes. He's roughly one hundred and eighty centimeters. He will likely be scowling, shaking with anger, and may be cursing my name in Italian.

Don't let him talk you into letting him in before he's had time to think about what he's done. I'll know.

I'll probably let him in eventually.

[ Probably and, really, she will know if someone tries to let him in. One of those curious pitch black sparrows that showed up sometime around the third of the month will be keeping its oddly colored little eyes on him whether she is or isn't sitting in one of the dormitory windows with a glass of Caesar's wine in hand and his bottle beside her, looking at a certain lying liar who's got no ground to stand on. It's a shame she doesn't have any music she could put on without endangering the phone battery she's determined to preserve. ]

Comments

[chichichi]

It's complicated.

[sweetsleuth]

Are you sure you aren't just overthinking it?

[chichichi]

I'm not.

[sweetsleuth]

Sure.

[chichichi]

I am.

[sweetsleuth]

Okay I believe you.

[chichichi]

Isn't it past your bedtime?

[sweetsleuth]

Gee, I guess if Mom is telling me to go to bed, I should, huh.

[chichichi]

[ Some tiny part of her withers and dies inside with that "Mom," but then, two can play. It isn't the first time a brunette detective called her that. ]

If you want me to tuck you in, you're going to have to try again. That's not my kink.

[sweetsleuth]

Gross.

[That's it, that's the whole reply.]

[chichichi]

Make sure you brush your teeth.

[sweetsleuth]

For someone who doesn't want to be called mom, you're sending some pretty mixed signals.

Are you sure you're not just in denial?

[chichichi]

Are you sure you want me to own it?

[sweetsleuth]

Are you sure you can deny that you haven't already been acting like an overprotective mother guarding her baby chick?

[chichichi]

This isn't all about you, but neither of you seem to have a thought in your head about anyone else, so do what you're going to do.

[ She's done. ]

[sweetsleuth]

Ok.

[Considering she refused to explain earlier-- he's just going to leave it at that.]

[Maybe she's one of Caesar's ex-girlfriends...]