The Missing F // On the case!
2015-Aug-16, Sunday 05:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanteiotakuIt wasn't like Mick at all to just wander off on his own for this long. Normally he wasn't too far from Philip's side. He didn't really seem to like anyone except for Philip, after all. He kind of grew to tolerate Shotaro, though. They didn't have much of a choice for a while there, anyway.
But for as long as Mick had been missing, Philip was getting upset. He was the last remaining member of his family, after all. So it fell to Shotaro, finder extraordinaire, to track him down.
The boss had told him, that in order to catch someone, you had to think like your mark. And the same thing applied to cats, right? In one hand he had a feather on a string, one of Mick's favorite toys. But he wasn't just waggling it around calling the cats' name like a normal person, no. That was for amateurs. Instead, he was making his best "Myaaaa~" as he went along the corridors. He was hunched over, with his hands curled over like paws. Occasionally he would rub at his ear like a cat that was cleaning its face. Some of the time he would even have his eyes closed, for the sake of focus.
He didn't really pay attention to where he was doing this, so if he's being loud outside the door of someone doing important work that needs focus, or some poor sap that got stuck on third watch last night, then that was unfortunate. He's a detective in the zone.
But for as long as Mick had been missing, Philip was getting upset. He was the last remaining member of his family, after all. So it fell to Shotaro, finder extraordinaire, to track him down.
The boss had told him, that in order to catch someone, you had to think like your mark. And the same thing applied to cats, right? In one hand he had a feather on a string, one of Mick's favorite toys. But he wasn't just waggling it around calling the cats' name like a normal person, no. That was for amateurs. Instead, he was making his best "Myaaaa~" as he went along the corridors. He was hunched over, with his hands curled over like paws. Occasionally he would rub at his ear like a cat that was cleaning its face. Some of the time he would even have his eyes closed, for the sake of focus.
He didn't really pay attention to where he was doing this, so if he's being loud outside the door of someone doing important work that needs focus, or some poor sap that got stuck on third watch last night, then that was unfortunate. He's a detective in the zone.