Tsubame looked from the jogger to the guy in the diner. They knew each other? Well…sort of, at least. Huh. She eyed the jogger, wondering about the likelihood of such a coincidence and…a dog? Huh.
That guy was staring at her. Granted, she was watching him pretty closely, too, given the ginger way he was moving through the rubble, as if trying not to touch anything. Oh…right. This was a crime scene. Touching things would be a really bad idea. So why was he there, again? Regardless, even if she was watching him, she almost wanted to step behind the jogger to keep him from watching her. But, if this guy knew something, that would be good. At least she'd know what happened.
Then he dropped his phone. The fumbling and the silly kid's show theme that resulted made her giggle. She'd watched that show, too. She put her hand over her mouth, but couldn't stop the sound from escaping. All wariness disappeared, and even if they did find him skulking about in a burned-out diner, Tsubame found it very difficult to see anything threatening about this guy. He was actually kind of adorable, with his red face and technical difficulties.
Her good humor faded as he began to read his notes, though. A massacre? He might have been trying to soften it for her benefit, the look he'd given her made that obvious, but the fact remained that murder was murder. She'd thought there had been a fire, like, arson or something.
The name, Ken, jiggled something loose in her brain. Tsubame stared unseeingly past the young guy's shoulder into the diner, thinking. Where had she heard that name? No… Not heard it. Saw it. His name tag. She didn't know about any crazy samurai, that just sounded nuts, but Ken… He was the red-haired guy who'd returned her book to her.
"Um, did--did they survive?" She felt kind of bad for not recognizing the other two, but she hoped they were alright. Glancing back into the dimness of the diner, she doubted that was the case.
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Date: 2012-05-14 08:09 pm (UTC)That guy was staring at her. Granted, she was watching him pretty closely, too, given the ginger way he was moving through the rubble, as if trying not to touch anything. Oh…right. This was a crime scene. Touching things would be a really bad idea. So why was he there, again? Regardless, even if she was watching him, she almost wanted to step behind the jogger to keep him from watching her. But, if this guy knew something, that would be good. At least she'd know what happened.
Then he dropped his phone. The fumbling and the silly kid's show theme that resulted made her giggle. She'd watched that show, too. She put her hand over her mouth, but couldn't stop the sound from escaping. All wariness disappeared, and even if they did find him skulking about in a burned-out diner, Tsubame found it very difficult to see anything threatening about this guy. He was actually kind of adorable, with his red face and technical difficulties.
Her good humor faded as he began to read his notes, though. A massacre? He might have been trying to soften it for her benefit, the look he'd given her made that obvious, but the fact remained that murder was murder. She'd thought there had been a fire, like, arson or something.
The name, Ken, jiggled something loose in her brain. Tsubame stared unseeingly past the young guy's shoulder into the diner, thinking. Where had she heard that name? No… Not heard it. Saw it. His name tag. She didn't know about any crazy samurai, that just sounded nuts, but Ken… He was the red-haired guy who'd returned her book to her.
"Um, did--did they survive?" She felt kind of bad for not recognizing the other two, but she hoped they were alright. Glancing back into the dimness of the diner, she doubted that was the case.