[His car pulls smoothly into a street space at the entrance of the park, close enough to intercept the few cops who responded to the flurry of calls about a fight. At a distance, he is friendly and animated with them, shaking hands and laughing at jokes. After a few minutes, they seem to agree to move on; Roy lifts one hand in a wave, and then pivots to walk deeper into the park.
As soon as the police are out of his eyeline, the breezy cheerfulness in his expression evaporates, leaving just tired annoyance behind.
He comes to a stop in front of Umemiya, hands in his pockets.]
Congratulations. You're off the hook. [Roy studies him briefly, looking for injuries.] Doesn't seem like they gave you much trouble.
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As soon as the police are out of his eyeline, the breezy cheerfulness in his expression evaporates, leaving just tired annoyance behind.
He comes to a stop in front of Umemiya, hands in his pockets.]
Congratulations. You're off the hook. [Roy studies him briefly, looking for injuries.] Doesn't seem like they gave you much trouble.