mr. sandman, man me a sand

[marsascending]

Who: sleepy idols
Where: your dreams
When: Night 152

[ hope y'all are having sweet dreams~

because you're getting at least one visitor! ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is across the street at a brisk pace and crouches down next to him.

Does he look worried? This guy? No. Never.]

Izumu.

Get up.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ at that, there's a slight stirring and some sleepy mumbling. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding and places a hand on his shoulder]

You're supposed to be taking people out in dark alleys in the middle of the night.

Not the other way around.

1/2

[thedefectivedetective]

[ slowly shifts enough to actually look at Intensity, with the blank stare of someone gradually waking up and processing a situation. ]

[thedefectivedetective]

[ and then bolts upright with little warning. ]

—HWAAAAH?! Where am I?! What year is it?!

[ the voice (not to mention face) is definitely Izumu's, but there's an oddly high pitch to it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He stares at Rizumu for a long time because guess who has experience with bodysharing. Even if this body doesn't have any noticeable differences like the ones he deals with, it still pings. And pings hard.

So either this is his sister.

Or.

Before he was a hitman? Shouldn't the body be younger if that's the case?

He offers a hand to help her up all the same]

What year is it? That's an odd first question.

[thedefectivedetective]

I was just really surprised!

[ she looks at the offered hand and lights up a little, before she just smiles sheepishly and gets to her feet on her own—in a sort of awkward way, like she's trying not to use her hands to help herself up. it's hard to tell because she's wearing a really long cape that covers her whole body. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What an interesting role reversal. Usually he's the one not accepting help.

He crosses his arms like that he didn't even offer.]

You should worry more about why you passed out on the street.

[thedefectivedetective]

It's okay! This happens to me a lot!

[ brightly, as if that somehow makes it less concerning. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

... Does it now?

[A few moments pause]

And what's the last thing that you remember?

[thedefectivedetective]

Mmmmm...

[ tilts her head a little as she tries to think back. ]

... I was wandering around the city investigating!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If you're at the point of exhaustion, then maybe you should head home for the day.

[thedefectivedetective]

I guess so! I still need to find a hotel for the night, though.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'll help you find one.

[Turns and starts walking in the usual (not checking to see if she is following except he totally is)]

Come on.

[thedefectivedetective]

[ sure enough, she starts trotting along behind him. ]

... Okay! Wow, you're really nice!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Nice. Sure. Think that. Only because he thinks your his family's dead younger sister.

Intensity glances over at her cloak, something itching in the back of his mind about what Izumu had told him before]

Are you cold?

[thedefectivedetective]

[ she blinks. ]

Hm? No, not at all. It's still pretty warm outside.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then what's with the full-body villain cloak?

[thedefectivedetective]

[ she puffs up a little, clearly proud. ]

It's cool, isn't it? Oh, but I'm not a villain, I'm the detective!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The... detective?

[thedefectivedetective]

[ heh heh ]

"It's elementary, my dear Watson!"

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You don’t seem the Sherlock Holmes type. Too bubbly.

[thedefectivedetective]

It's not about personality! It's about spirit.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's an interesting way to pronounce the word logic.

[thedefectivedetective]

Huh? I wasn't trying to say logic at all.