ten_fwd | Rewind to the S // He's been old before.... // OTA

[Corridors and Philip's room]

Sure, he's been old before, but that was in his beloved Fuuto. Being less than half his original age in a place like this was distinctly more alarming. And so ran a decidedly smaller hard-boiled detective (perhaps more like a quail egg right now) through the corridors. "This is bad! What the hell?!" He was making his way to Philip's room through the guest quarters' hallway. At the fastest speed his little legs could take him, and likely not looking too close at where he was going.

When he got to his partner's door, he reached up to jam on the doorbell and he beat relentlessly on the door itself. He didn't really care if he disturbed Philip's roommate. "Oi! Philip! Open up! This is important!"

[In Ten Forward, contagious as hell]

There was something wrong with his coffee. It tasted awful. Somehow with his tiny kid-sized body went his adult taste buds. But at least he was still dressed the part. So he searched through the Enterprise databases for something sweeter. What the hell was a Frappuccino? Some coffee shop weirdness. Like some kind of coffee milkshake. That'll do. Mocha frappuccino with extra whip creme and chocolate shavings on top. Nevermind this was far from hard-boiled, but it was super tasty. That was all that mattered.

And the caffeine and sugar buzz later was just a bonus.

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"The computer called it a Frappuccino," Shotaro answered. He stirred the straw around in the cup to mix in the whipped cream. "It tastes really good, even if it's not hard-boiled at all..."

"Hard-boiled?" Yuna looked at him curiously. She hadn't ever heard that phrase before and she wasn't sure what it meant besides it's relation to cooking.

"A man that stalks the shadows, making those that would make his city cry count up their sins!" He pointed his arm out in the Boss and now his typical way. "He has an iron fist and a mind only for justice under his fedora." He brushed his fingers along the brim of his own on his head.

Yuna smiled brightly. "That sounds awesome but what's that have to do with what you drink?"

It looked yummy and she didn't see why someone couldn't be a protector and drink yummy things.

"A hard boiled detective drinks coffee, no cream, no sugar, just as black as his heart," Shotaro insisted. "That's not this."

Yuna blinked. "I thought you said he was a good person. Why is his heart black?"

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