"Yeah, but I'm not a woman," Ken pointed out. (Well... most of the time. Thanks, Loki.) "He's different to girls."
Call it walking in another person's shoes, or something - even if they were high heels, and he would have fallen over in them. Ken (how could he help it?) just wanted to hear another perspective on Youji, wanted to know if everybody got the same guy he did, or if it was just him... honestly, Ken couldn't believe that Youji would talk to a girl, any girl, in the same way he talked to him. He'd never get laid at all, would he?
Funny, he thought, how weirdly specific some of these details were. How much of this, Ken caught himself wondering, is real?
(To be totally honest, Ken wouldn't have put it past Youji to show up at work dressed like that - before, he meant. The guy had been a detective, right? And that was how detectives always dressed in movies, right? He'd even had a stupid hat...)
He raised his eyebrows as Youji picked up the hat he'd acquired, placing it rather pointedly on the hatstand before sitting back down. The look in his eyes said ken was being horribly uncouth and Ken just didn't get it. The hat had been perfectly happy on the desk, it wasn't like it was gonna throw a tantrum if it wasn't on a peg, right? An expression of blank incomprehension on his face, Ken simply sat and watched and waited for Youji to get tired of making his point: eventually Youji must have grown tired of waiting for a response that never came, because he took a pad out and made a production of writing something down.
"I don't know," Ken told him, "You're the detective... there's gotta be someone round here knows what's going on, though. Maybe you need to get into the castle? Someone there might know, and... well, if there's nobody there, isn't that worth knowing? Plus, you might be able to find something out."
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Call it walking in another person's shoes, or something - even if they were high heels, and he would have fallen over in them. Ken (how could he help it?) just wanted to hear another perspective on Youji, wanted to know if everybody got the same guy he did, or if it was just him... honestly, Ken couldn't believe that Youji would talk to a girl, any girl, in the same way he talked to him. He'd never get laid at all, would he?
Funny, he thought, how weirdly specific some of these details were. How much of this, Ken caught himself wondering, is real?
(To be totally honest, Ken wouldn't have put it past Youji to show up at work dressed like that - before, he meant. The guy had been a detective, right? And that was how detectives always dressed in movies, right? He'd even had a stupid hat...)
He raised his eyebrows as Youji picked up the hat he'd acquired, placing it rather pointedly on the hatstand before sitting back down. The look in his eyes said ken was being horribly uncouth and Ken just didn't get it. The hat had been perfectly happy on the desk, it wasn't like it was gonna throw a tantrum if it wasn't on a peg, right? An expression of blank incomprehension on his face, Ken simply sat and watched and waited for Youji to get tired of making his point: eventually Youji must have grown tired of waiting for a response that never came, because he took a pad out and made a production of writing something down.
"I don't know," Ken told him, "You're the detective... there's gotta be someone round here knows what's going on, though. Maybe you need to get into the castle? Someone there might know, and... well, if there's nobody there, isn't that worth knowing? Plus, you might be able to find something out."