bakerstreet | Never Forget You

It had only been a few months since Chikage had come into her life after a back-alley brawl with some undercover ACME agents, but when she tried to think to a time before that, it was hard to imagine a life without him. They seemed to fit, and she was unsure of how she had managed to survive without him. How many times had she managed to dodge combat with the detectives? How had she escaped when her henchmen were taken down, over and over? Eventually, someone would have gotten to her... right? She didn't fear that anymore. Not with Chikage.

Which was even more interesting: despite her extensive database and her vast knowledge, even after half a year she had still not managed to find anything about the young man that was under her care. He was akin to an artifact that had been dug up from the depths of the earth: there were so many questions and no answers. Carmen was certain that Chikage must have been racking through his own brain for answers, must have been attempting to seek out his past himself. Carmen loved knowledge. And when she found the answers, she'd always leave clues for others to find the answer as well.

There would be no clues left for Chikage. Oh, it was fine if she found out everything about him... but like all the treasures she stole, she kept them to herself. She wanted to keep Chikage to herself... and Carmen wasn't sure if those feelings were platonic or romantic in nature. That put her in an odd bind... Chikage was decently younger than her, and Carmen found herself straddling the line of the mommy dance and the flirtatious older woman. Which was the real Carmen?

At the moment, she needed to put both personas aside. They were about to embark on their heist of England's Crown Jewels. Carmen had been interested in them after reading an article in the news that a guard had attempted to lift them, but was unable to get away with the crime, even after he'd been planning the theft for five years. All that knowledge of the layout, the shift schedule for the guards, the type of combat they used... and he still couldn't do it. Besides; if the castle was allowing insiders that had the idea to steal from them, they weren't taking very good care of their belongings.

"They look like they could use a shine," She had stated a week ago. "Don't you agree, Chikage?"

Now, it was the time to strike. It was two-twenty seven am, and Carmen, Chikage, and a small handful of V.I.L.E henchmen were five minutes away from the royal palace by car. Carmen ans Chikage were in the back seat.

The lady in red looked to Chikage.

"You remember the plan, don't you?" She asked him, and she opened the door to the car. They would use her grappling gun to launch themselves to the third floor, and proceed from there. "Don't leave my side, Chikage."

Chikage's memory only started a month or two before his and Carmen's meeting. He had woken up laying in a New York bus station with no memories to speak of. The only link to his past was an ID for an organization called Asylum. Much like Chikage no amount of digging has brought up anything on it.

While he never said as much he shared Carmen's sentiment. He wasn't sure if he would of survived without her. Not being able to prove his identity at all he found it hard to procure a job so he had to steal for his daily bread. Moreso than that was the feeling of despair he had. There was nothing to anchor him to this world and make him feel like he belonged. That is until Carmen showed up. When she brought him into her life of crime it gave him purpose. In truth he could never truly thank her enough for it. This hidden gratitude made him quickly develop a protectiveness for Carmen.

His thoughts on her otherwise were as confused as her own. Was she a mother figure? A flirtatious friend? or something else entirely? No matter what the case he did know one thing, he would see to it that she never came to harm.

Chikage was dressed in all black himself. A suit to be precise with the only hint of color being a red tie. He insisted on the black to keep himself as hidden as possible, but Carmen had convinced him to put in some amount of flair. On his back were two wooden training swords. They had found he had quite the knack for these and decided it was best to go with what his muscles remembered even when he didn't fully. They would be enough to knock out a guard without doing serious damage to them.

He turned his attention from their target just miles off to Carmen. "Of course. Reach the third floor, go through the opening in the guards. You get the jewels and I make sure that any guards that break formation don't alert the others." It sounded simple, but their window of opportunity was short. It would be a thrilling race against the clock even if everything goes as planned.

He followed Carmen's lead wrapping an arm firmly around her middle, to prepare for her using the grappling gun of course. "I won't leave you." He sounded a little more grave than he should with that comment. It held quite a bit more meaning than a simple heist.

"I'm counting on you," She stated as Chikage grasped onto her waist. She removed the grappling gun from within her trenchcoat, the device as red as her outfit. She wrapped her free arm around him, pressing him into her body as she fired the gun. There was the sound of a dull crack of a whip as it jettisoned up to the third floor, and thanks to Carmen's careful aim latched on perfectly. She gave it a tug just to be sure, and once she was convinced tit was secure, she released the trigger. The heavy cord pulled them upwards, Carmen feeling her heels leave the ground as they went up the side of the tower.

They halted at the top. Carmen's hand gripped the gun tightly, making sure not to let go.

"You first," She stated, looking up to the window.

Chikage held on tight as they were launched into the air. He had complete trust in Carmen's skill with this device by now and knew they would get to their destination safely if she released the trigger on it.

When they arrived at the third floor it might of taken him a moment or two longer than necessary for Chikage to let go of her. When he did though he was all business already looking through the window before she said anything.

Once Carmen said that he should go first Chikage nodded and climbed in through the window without even a second thought.

There would be a few tense moments where Carmen wouldn't see or hear from Chikage. He was waiting to be sure that none of the guards broke patrol. As far as their sources said no one should be in this room for quite some time.

Once their entry seemed to check out he would wave his hand out the window indicating Carmen could follow.

Carmen swung her other hand up, grasping onto the ledge. She pulled herself up, clicking on the ground in her ruby red heels. No matter how treacherous the terrain, she always insisted on wearing them. Of course, they did have their own devices in them, but if she had to be honest, it was all about style.

Carmen sashayed her way into the room, holstering the grappling gun. She adjusted her black leather gloves idly, looking around the room.

"It's not very impressive, for a place mean to hold such grand finery," She commented, and her blue eyes looked to Chikage. She reached out, her fingers delicately adjusting his tie.

"Lets get started, shall we?"

He couldn't help but be a little embarrassed by the small gesture of Carmen adjusting his tie. There was always something about her being so close and open to touching him that flustered Chikage.

Thankfully Chikage shook off those feelings easily enough when it came to getting something done.

"It really isn't. You would think they would put more care into something like this." Even after the attempted robbery by one of their own staff they barely beefed up security. "It will by far be more safe in your collection."

"Yes let's go." With that he was leading the way, but his eyes always glanced back to be sure Carmen was safely behind him. Even though he knew Carmen could take care of herself he wasn't about to lose sight of her for more than a few moments at a time.

"I plan on taking very good care of them." The click of her heels followed. Carmen was keeping an eye out on things, but she made sure her henchmen were ready to cause a disturbance outside to force the guards to break off into weaker groups in case Chikage had any difficulties.

The next room had cameras, as Carmen was expecting. Before they reached the next point she checked in to see if the feed had been disturbed.

"This is it, Chikage," She stated. She was already pulling off one of her gloves to reveal a red ruby ring; a laser she planned on using to cut through the glass. "There are going to be plenty of guards here. Do your best."

They didn't have to open the door. One guard opened it to come and patrol the room. He was caught off guard by the appearance of a young man in a suit and--

"I-its Carmen Sandiego!" He exclaimed, hand scrambling for his walkie-talkie.

Chikage was already grabbing for his wooden swords before the door even opened.

He was far less surprised than the guard. He moved in quickly, swords being brought down to knock the man unconscious as quickly and painlessly as possible. He wanted to leave these guards with nothing more than a headache if he could help it.

It amazed him how easy this was for him. How even with no memory of his actual training in the art of sword play how they still felt like an extension of his arms.

Not wanting any guards within earshot to have time to call for reinforcements Chikage ran into the room and launched himself at the nearest guard. Now it would be a matter of the guards protecting their co-workers.

Chikage was fine with juggling between three or so of these guards like they had planned. Just as long as they focused all solely on him Chikage was sure they couldn't pull any surprises that would help them last longer than a few extra moments.

Carmen let Chikage distract the guards, the woman sliding off into the shadows, rounding them over to what she was here for; the Crown Jewels. Carmen halted before the case, looking over the set of various crowns, orbs, jewels, and scepters that made up the collection. There were other, bigger items... but she was leaving those up to her Henchmen. These were the real things she wanted.

Carmen lifted her hand, laser shooting from the ring and cutting through the glass as if it were butter. She made a large, round circle to bust in through, popping the glass out and leaning it against the case. Just as she did, from another window a henchman busted through, crawling into the room from a rope.

She looked to Chikage to be sure he was okay, before handing off several of the items to the Henchman.

"Transfer them to the one outside. Don't let anything happen to them," She ordered firmly. The henchman nodded, hurrying to the window to drop them down to the man waiting at ground level.

One of the Royal Guards managed to break away from the group... but instead of leaving to warn others, he instead went straight for the grand prize: Carmen Sandiego. He lifted his gun, firing a shot at her. The sound of a bullet whizzing through the air was heard. Carmen slammed her back against a wall to avoid it.

Thing were going well. The guards were easy to dispatch. One or two might of gotten a hit in, but Chikage was far more exact than a group of confused guards and knocked them out with ease.

He was on the final one he had seen when he heard that gun shot. Chikage turned immediately to the source of the noise. Without hesitation he ran full speed at the guard. He didn't intend to let him get another shot at Carmen.

The startled guard managed to get a shot into Chikage's shoulder as he fired in reflex, but Chikage ignored the pain to knock this guard out as well.

When he was sure all the guards present were knocked out this time and Henchmen were on their way he made his way over to Carmen. "Are you alright?" He asked. He hadn't seen if the shot had hit at all or not. While he knew for sure he now had a hole in his shoulder he was far more concerned with Carmen's well-being.

Carmen was well aware of how pain worked. If she brought too much attention to Chikage's shoulder, it might become debilitating. Still, the concern flashed on her face for a moment, blue eyes looking to Chikage's shoulder as she pushed away from the wall.

"I'm fine," She stated, and she rested her hand on Chikage's elbow, holding him still. She looked to the henchmen, who were getting out the last pieces of the collection. "That should be it."

Carmen looked to Chikage. "...You did well. Lets get out of here." She started pulling him to the window, looking down at the rope. With his shoulder as it was, there was no way he would be able to climb that without further hurting himself. She looked to him.

"Do you think you can hold onto my neck, Chikage?"

Right now Chikage was in shock. Even by just grabbing his arm Carmen would feel his pulse racing. That was close, far too close for his liking. He would have to do better this time, make sure no one like that breaks from the crowd again.

It was a good thing Carmen was pulling him along. His mind was everywhere at once. Both at the situation that nearly led to Carmen having a new hole in her and making sure they weren't about to be ambushed.

He only seemed to come back to Earth at her request. "Y-yeah. Sure." He pressed in close. Not even hesitating this time to bring in that contact. Chikage wrapped his good arm around Carmen's neck, having some idea of what she was going to do to get them out of here.

Carmen was moving to the window, stepping up onto the ledge and pulling Chikage up with her. She was pulling out a metal disk from her trenchcoat, reaching back and slapping it in between her shoulder blades. A faint beep sounded, and the woman spun around, back facing the outside.

"Here we go." She held Chikage close, leaning back on her heels... until she fell out the window.

They were only falling for a split second, before a loud pop sounded, and Carmen's handy wing-span pack extended from the metal disk on her back. The henchman watched as the two took off into the air, heading towards the hovercraft waiting for them in the sky above the clouds.

As Carmen flew to it, the docking hatch opened. The woman slid inside, glad to be out of the cold wind and somewhere she could keep Chikage safe at. She made contact with the henchman in her earpiece, whom were heading to the delivery point. Well, at least the heist went smoothly.

Chikage, on the other hand...

Carmen moved towards her room in the large hovercraft. "Lets get your shoulder taken care of, Chikage."

Chikage held on tightly as they took off. The cold air and speed at which they moved stung some, but it was definitely a lot less painful than having to climb their way down. It also meant some rather immediate privacy that might of been even more needed than the medical care.

It once again took him a moment or two longer than it should of to let go.

He followed Carmen's lead towards her room. "Right." The feeling of his shoulder wound felt a little more prevalent now. It stung, but not quite as much as the fact someone managed to get a bullet off in Carmen's direction.

It clearly seemed to weigh on him. He was being more quiet than usual and his gaze seemed distant, like he wasn't actually looking at Carmen.

The woman slipped into silence as well. They stepped into her room on the hovercraft; a place as feminine and red as she was, and Carmen set him down on the bed. She moved through the room, looking for her industrial-grade first aid kit, stripping off her iconic outerwear. Soon, she was walking back in just a black turtleneck, leather skirt, and red heels, her fedora and yellow scarf hanging off a post to the side.

Carmen sat down beside him, smoothing her skirt down on her bottom as she did. She reached up, undoing the buttons to his suit jacket.

"Hope you don't get embarrassed easily," She stated, picking the jacket off of him. She discarded it to the side, fingers coming up an undoing the red tie, pulling it from his neck.

Chikage had to wonder to himself at times how many people ever got to see this side of Carmen. Relatively relaxed and outside of her iconic outfit. She was no less beautiful but like a switch she felt a lot more casual to Chikage.

While he tried to look at this situation as Carmen simply tending to his injuries he couldn't help but be a little flustered. Here was Carmen, a beautiful woman he admired fussing over him and undressing him. It once again bordered that line between a mother-child relationship and something more intimate.

At the very least this situation had brought him back to Earth. His mind focusing on Carmen rather than the situation. "It's alright. If I had that much of a problem with you tending to my injuries I would of learned first-aid already myself. Although this is the first time anyone has managed to fire off a shot."

While swordplay had come naturally to him there were things that didn't. Either he had never learned them in his prior life or they were less ingrained and too technical for him to know how to do anymore. He had learned much in his time with Carmen, almost obsessively studying to be of use to her in a heist.

Beneath his clothes he was a rather fit young man. He had certainly practiced his sword play for many years among other possible physical activities and it showed.

The wound was thankfully a clean shot. The bullet exited without leaving any shrapnel. It would just be a matter of cleaning and dressing the wound to avoid infection.

The dark-haired woman had been hoping that the bullet would be lodged in him, but the guard had managed a powerful shot that plowed through Chikage's body. After getting a better look and removing his shirt, she immediately laid him down on her bed. She looked around, spotting a glass of water that she had failed to finish drinking before the heist. Using a towel, she propped the cloth under his shoulder, before pouring the water directly on the wound.

"You'll be out of commission for awhile," She stated, toweling off the area. She applied more pressure to his shoulder, just to be sure the bleeding had fully stopped. Luckily, it didn't seem as if he had any internal bleeding for fractured bones he had to worry about.

It had been nearly point blank by the time the guard had an opportunity to shoot. Chikage was quick and the man had been recoiling after failing to shoot Carmen.

He followed whatever Carmen wanted to do from here. Allowing himself to lay back and let Carmen take care of the wound.

Chikage hissed at the feeling of water being directly poured into his wound. However his focus was on Carmen's words. The idea of not being around to protect Carmen during a heist was not something he liked the idea of. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough. I shouldn't of let that guard get one shot off let alone two." This was actually pretty typical for Chikage. He seemed to be chronically too hard on himself.

"I will be fine for your next heist though I am sure. I will just have to practice my one-handed techniques." Stubborn man that he was Chikage had no intention of letting Carmen go on a heist with just her henchmen. Especially now that he was paranoid what would of happened had he not been there at all to stop that guard.

"You're not going," Carmen stated simply, pulling the towel away to look to his shoulder. She turned to the kit, using an alcohol swab to clean the outside of the wound.

"You'll remain at the base during missions until further notice."

"With all due respect I am not following that order. Even if I must act as a stowaway I will not be missing any missions." There was a particular harshness to his tone.

That harshness faded as soon as it arrived in favor of something more gentle. "I.." He restructured that sentence rather obviously as he realized immediately that might be saying too much. "You were almost shot. If that guard had better aim we might both be injured or worse. I'm sorry for my failure, but I intend to be there so nothing like it happens again."

"Allow me to repeat myself." Carmen practically slapped the bandage onto his shoulder, yanking his arm up a touch more harsh than she needed to to wrap him up.

"You're not going." She started wrapping up his arm. "There is no respect by disobeying a direct order, Chikage. If you're running around injured, I won't be able to concentrate on what I need to do without thinking back on you as well.

"You'l be staying behind. I'll put you to work in another way, if that's what you want, but you eon't be on the field with me until you're healed to my satisfaction.

"Don't talk to me like that again." Ah, there it was, that was mother-to-child mode. For some reason, she didn't like it... maybe it was because she felt like she was talking to someone inferior, when Chikage was...

He was... the most important person to her. But she didn't want him to be hurt further. That she couldn't have.

He grunted painfully at the rough way Camen had started wrapping up his arm.

Chikage's body tensed at her words, but he wouldn't say anything until she was done wrapping him up an he could at least sit up.

"What I want is to be able to react if you're in danger. I can't do that if I'm anywhere but with you." His tone showed his frustration and anger with this situation. He was more angry with himself than Carmen.

Chikage stood up and headed to the door. "All of this is pointless if you die." He pauses as if unsure if he should say this next part. "I will be alone again."

If Carmen let him Chikage would leave the room to head for his own room.

Carmen watched him for a moment, allowing him to head out of her room. she waited until he was completely gone... before letting out a sigh.

About an hour later, Carmen decided to check up on Chikage. The woman walked down the private hall, this time with her shoes removed to keep as quiet as possible. She paused in front of his door, wondering whether to walk in or knock first.

He might of been sleeping... so, after typing in the security code to his electronic door, she headed on inside.

Carmen looked around his room, before perring over to the bed to see if Chikage was asleep.

As Carmen suspected he was asleep in his bed. It was all he could really do. He had toyed with the idea of really working on his one-handed sword techniques, but even he wasn't so stubborn that he would exert himself after such a fresh injury.

He hadn't even bothered to put a new shirt on before going to bed. His blood-stained one still left in Carmen's room.

The older woman walked over to Chikage's bed quietly. She took a slow seat on the bed, leaning in to touch his forehead for fever from his injuries.

Carmen's fingers slid through the soft bangs of his hair. She noticed he hadn't bothered to put any pajamas on... or cover his torso properly. Carmen stared down at him with blue eyes, just watching him for a moment.

Thankfully he hadn't developed a fever yet. He did have an expression of discomfort on his face however.

This seemed to dissipate some when Carmen ran her fingers through his hair. Despite appearances otherwise he did crave touch and comfort far more than he would ever admit. His body however would be more honest while he was sleeping.

She was glad he was deep into sleep. He needed it to heal that arm of his... a part of her was miffed that he thought he would be able to defend her with one armed combat when he was in such bad shape. He needed to stay home.

Carmen did wonder how long it would take him to heal... maybe...

She could hold off on her heists until then...

She would have to see. For now, her fingers slid out of Chikage's hair. She trailed a finger down the youth's jawline and to his lips.

There it was again. That line of motherhood and womanhood teetering. His helplessness was something to watch over and protect... and another part of her craved to take advantage of his disposition. No matter how she tried to spin it, Carmen always wound up at the same end: Chikage was hers. She had been the one to find him, she had been the one to take him in...

It was selfish thinking, but... it couldn't be helped. Her finger traced over his bottom lip. They looked precious enough to kiss...

Carmen found herself leaning in, long, waved hair fluttering down her shoulders and onto Chikage's body. Her hand moved from his lips and to his waist, holding him into the bed as her lips moved to press onto his.

Honestly Chikage shared her sentiment. He was Carmen's and Carmen was his as far as he was concerned. She was his to protect even if his attempts to do so could draw anger now.

The unfamiliar sensation of soft lips against his own and the tickling of long hair on his body made Chikage begin to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly at first, but then shot open as he took in the situation. Chikage's face heated up quickly at this sudden situation he awoke to. He wasn't even sure what to do. Carmen's lips against his felt nice and comforting even if he wasn't expecting this. On the other hand should they really be doing this? Carmen was like a parent to him in some ways. She taught him not only about thieving, but about the world he barely remembered in general.

This mix of feelings lead to Chikage laying there frozen in surprise for a few moments, but if Carmen allowed him those few moments of surprise she would be rewarded with Chikage clumsily kissing her in return.

Chikage kissing her back had Carmen pulling away a bit. Oh... he woke up. There was a moment of silence, a if she wasn't sure how to respond to him waking up.

Her long hair tickled across his chest and shoulders.

"...You're not a very good kisser, Chikage." Not that she expected him to be. He didn't know anything outside of her...

...Just how she wanted it.

To be honest he wasn't sure what sort of reaction he was expecting when he kissed back, but it certainly wasn't that.

He had to let out a slight laugh from the absurdity of the situation, but that didn't negate his nervous feelings by much. He was still very much shirtless with Carmen practically laying on top of him.

"I didn't suspect I would be. It certainly hasn't been a subject for our lessons." His words carried the implication that he wasn't going to learn from anyone else.

Chikage certainly had offers before in such things. Usually when younger female henchmen thought Carmen was out of ear-shot. He was a fairly handsome, seemingly single young man. Needless to say all of those offers were turned down.

Carmen leaned in more. Her breasts pressed against Chikage's torso. It was hard to see her in the dark room, but there was no mistaking the soft feeling against the young man's chest.

"...Would you like me to teach you?" The hand on his waist tapped idly against Chikage's warm skin. "...Or are you too tired for a lesson in how to seduce your target?"

Chikage's mind was racing at that. It had certainly felt nice and he did care deeply about Carmen. Really there was no reason he shouldn't. However one question did come to mind.

"Why are you doing this so suddenly?"

The timing certainly didn't seem like a coincidence. It wasn't very long after their fight of sorts.

"Why do you spend your time searching for who you are?" Carmen asked back, blue eyes locked onto his. A finger lifted up, tracing his lips. "It's not imperative to your survival. You could continue your life with me and you'd never need to know who you are.

"You do it because you want to." Her voluptuous body shifted on the bed over him. It was the same answer for her... and she could spout off many different things,...

In the end, it all boiled down to the same thing.

That at the very least gave him pause for thought. Though thought was getting harder to accomplish as Carmen made it perfectly clear with her body language exactly what she wanted.

It didn't take him all that long to give an answer back. "Then my answer to you is yes, I want you to show me."

Chikage had never been that great with emotions. Carmen framing it as a lesson in seduction was a very good idea for the moment. They would eventually have to confront what their relationship really was at a later date, but at the moment feelings of want and companionship were overriding those pressing questions in Chikage's mind.

The thought of teasing him further crossed her mind... but she'd save it, for now. Carmen's thumb pressed down on Chikage's bottom lip. "Open your mouth, Chi-chama. I'm going to show you what a real kiss is."

She leaned in again, intending to devour him with a deep kiss if he could.

Oh that nickname again. It embarrassed him a little, but with everything else going on the nickname was the least of his concerns.

He did what he was told, parting his lips just enough for Carmen to steal a deep kiss from him.

As she kissed him his tongue would come up to meet her's while his arms wrapped loosely around her.

Carmen deepened her kiss, tongue sliding around to taste the inside of Chikage's mouth, invading him entirely. Her hands gave his waist a gentle squeeze, teasing the waistband of his pants.

She gave a faint hum into his mouth before pulling away.

"You shouldn't move around so much. You'll only hurt yourself further, you know."

The feeling was more overwhelming than Chikage had expected. His cheeks flushed with arousal, his mind clouded to everything but his own body's feelings and Carmen.

It took him a moment to come back to his senses when she pulled back. "I'm not exerting myself I promise. I wouldn't do that unless I thought I needed to." While he was certainly willing to push himself to ensure Carmen's safety he wasn't going to do anything needless.

"Mm-hm." She didn't respond any further... but she wanted to see exactly how far she could push her charge. Her mouth moved away from his lips, kissing down his jawline and to his neck. She saw a faint press of lipstick there; a marker to her territory, and she couldn't help but smile.

"You're softer than I thought you'd be, Chikage. It must be because you're so young~"

Carmen would find that she could push Chikage as far as she wanted. He wasn't about to stop her or reject her.

He let out a small noise of pleasure as she kissed his neck.

He couldn't help but smile at her comment "You really do make these observations at the strangest times."

[ she knows enough to know that the little cottage doesn't feel safe. furthermore knows enough to wonder if bluebirds are really supposed to be having higher level thought and panic attacks. or maybe bluebirds just have panic attacks when they wake up in strange cottages. that could be a thing that bluebirds do.

enough things are clicking together in her spell-addled mind that when she sees a red hat on top of a tall human, she darts that way. the tall one's a good thing. missing the short one, which would have been preferable, but hey, she'll take the tall one. unless the frantic beating of her heart means she's about to drop out of the sky and croak before she can get his attention. ]

Hey! [ better act fast. ] Hey, gnome-hat!

[Panic was one thing they shared as the boy haphazardly stumbled through the blizzard, one hand holding the so-called gnome hat in place, determined not to let the storm take it away. He hardly seemed dressed for a blizzard, wearing scant more than a too-small pair of slacks with suspenders and a dress shirt, his shoes more than covered as he trudged through the snow. Whatever warmth he had was sacrificed, using his cape to cradle a frog in his free arm.]

[He looked downright ridiculous, but that thought was far from his mind as a sharp, familiar voice called to him through the blizzard. He stopped, turning in the voice's direction, his concentration slipping.]

Bea-- Augh! [That was all it took for his numb hand to lose grip on the hat, sending the red cone spiraling off into a nearby tree. An exasperated sigh.] Beatrice..?

Edited 2015-02-21 10:20 (UTC)

Never Forget You

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