Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 10:23:37 GMT -6
tag: Izumi
It was funny: he hadn’t actually hung around adults for years, but could still tell what probing questions quite like Izumi’s one about the food were trying to ask without asking. She clearly wanted to know why his mood had changed, and that was not something he wanted to talk about—not with her, anyway. So he shook his head and ate more of the bun to show that the food was satisfactory and hopefully get her to take a hint and not ask any more pointed questions.
Unfortunately, it seemed like the cop was bad at taking hints. Wasn’t that something police were supposed to be good at? Subtlety and all that kind of stuff? Perhaps not. Either way this cop wasn’t getting it. Again the teen shook his head to reject the offer of more food, but realized that wouldn’t be enough when Izumi mentioned that she still didn’t know his name. He’d thought about that earlier but hadn’t found any reason to tell her his name. Since she’d asked though, might as well. “My name’s Tenshio,” he uttered softly, still busy thinking.
The boy wasn’t usually one for conversation. He didn’t need words to steal someone’s pocketbook, so he didn’t do much talking to anyone. But there was something about this policewoman that interested him. Maybe it was the fact that she’d gone from threatening to arrest him to taking him out for food. Whatever it was, she was one of the strangest people he’d ever met, and perhaps was proof that not all adults were bad people. After a few more seconds of silence, the teen spoke.
“Why are you a cop?”
It was funny: he hadn’t actually hung around adults for years, but could still tell what probing questions quite like Izumi’s one about the food were trying to ask without asking. She clearly wanted to know why his mood had changed, and that was not something he wanted to talk about—not with her, anyway. So he shook his head and ate more of the bun to show that the food was satisfactory and hopefully get her to take a hint and not ask any more pointed questions.
Unfortunately, it seemed like the cop was bad at taking hints. Wasn’t that something police were supposed to be good at? Subtlety and all that kind of stuff? Perhaps not. Either way this cop wasn’t getting it. Again the teen shook his head to reject the offer of more food, but realized that wouldn’t be enough when Izumi mentioned that she still didn’t know his name. He’d thought about that earlier but hadn’t found any reason to tell her his name. Since she’d asked though, might as well. “My name’s Tenshio,” he uttered softly, still busy thinking.
The boy wasn’t usually one for conversation. He didn’t need words to steal someone’s pocketbook, so he didn’t do much talking to anyone. But there was something about this policewoman that interested him. Maybe it was the fact that she’d gone from threatening to arrest him to taking him out for food. Whatever it was, she was one of the strangest people he’d ever met, and perhaps was proof that not all adults were bad people. After a few more seconds of silence, the teen spoke.
“Why are you a cop?”