destinystrings | The Mistaken I/No Home? Oh...

Who: Hidari Shoutarou and the staff of Narumi Detective Agency
Where: Narumi Detective Agency, Pisces Ward
Summary: THIS ISN'T MY AGENCY WHAT THE HELL
Warnings: Grown men being immature and embarrassing.

So in the process of getting himself settled in Hinoto-Ri, Shoutarou heard from others in the city that there was a Narumi Detective Agency after namedropping the place himself - so he decided to check the place out. After all, when he'd awoken on Stacy, the Agency was there, weirdly enough - maybe it had followed him here.

However, once he followed the directions he'd gotten, and reached the building... Well. It decidedly was not the place he was familiar with, but there was the name, plain as day. A more logical person would just pass this off as a simple instance of shared names. However, Shoutarou was rather illogical at times, and this was one of them as he rather forcefully shoves the door open, and surveys the inside of the building with a terribly judgmental look.

". . ."

His Narumi Detective Agency was definitely cooler.

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Well. Call him old-fashioned just this once, but usually people knocked before entering the agency. Nevertheless, Narumi currently had his feet up on his desk, leaning back in his chair, and was on the phone with...someone. Someone he was obviously gonna have to hang up on right now.

"I'll...get back to you on that, alright?" After a few more words from whoever was on the receiving end, he hung the phone up, swung his legs off the desk, and scooted his chair forward so he was actually sitting normally, putting one elbow forward on the desk and a smile on his face.

"Welcome to the Narumi Detective Agency! How can I help you?"

Well, that was an all-too-familiar visual - just replace the phone call with coffee-drinking...

Shoutarou steps in a bit more, still pretty damn unsure about this place. He gestures around for a moment, then points to Narumi. "I'm curious - who's this place named for?"

"For me, of course!"

Narumi leaned back to give a gesture around him, bringing his hands in to steeple his fingers as he rocked back a bit in his chair.

"Detective Shouhei Narumi, at your service. I've been running this place ever since I got back to the Capital."

"I see..."

There's a squint from Shoutarou, who then leans on the desk. His other hand rests on his hip as he peers at Narumi. "I've got another question - does the name Soukichi Narumi mean anything to you?"

"Hmmm..." Narumi looked off into space a bit, leaning back and rocking his chair a bit as he thought. There wasn't exactly much of his family tree to really remember...

"Not particularly, but I try to stay out of the 'family' business if it's my own. I knew a man named Sadakichi, but I don't think that's who you're looking for."

That answer was enough to draw an annoyed noise out of Shoutarou. He pushed up from the desk and adjusted his hat, other hand remaining on his hip. "If you knew him, there wouldn't be any question to it," he answers in a haughty tone. There's a glance around the building before he adds to it: "Then that clinches it - this place has no connection to the Narumi Detective Agency that I know."

Narumi seemed altogether unphased by Shoutarou's haughty tone of voice. In fact, while Shou was talking and looking around the agency again, Narumi had deemed it fit to light himself up a cigarette with a match before he continued speaking.

"Well, I know of all the big cats there is to know of in the Capital, and I'm working on this city itself; sorry, but there's no one here or there by that name," For as nonchalant he was about it, he at least didn't seem totally uninterested as he flicked the match into a trash can and leaned back again. "Or another Detective Agency like this. Sorry I can't help ya."

Shortly after the cigarette was lit, Shou's nostrils flare a bit as he caught the scent of smoke from it and the lighting. Not an unfamiliar smell, and rather nostalgic, but not quite pleasant, either. He takes a step back.

"Well, if he was here, I'd have a bone to pick with that Philemon guy for disturbing the rest of the dead," Shoutarou answers, then sighs. "Guess I'll have to find a new place to set up shop, though."

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Narumi cared too much about the smoke's inconvenience.

"Ah, is that so? Just what kind of shop are you looking to set up?" He could take a wild guess judging by this guy's appearance and his inquiry, but it never hurt to check.

Is it time to strike a ridiculous pose like a loser trying to be cool?

OF COURSE IT IS, SOMEONE IS QUESTIONING HIS LINE OF WORK.

Shoutarou raises a hand, laying a finger on the edge of his hat's brim. "A hard-boiled," he starts, then sweeps the finger down the brim a bit before pulling it off in a really goofy gesture.

"...detective agency."

"..."

Well. That was certainly a...performance. Excuse us as he just kind of stares for a moment.

"Are you for real?"

It was MAJESTIC.

Shoutarou straightens up and leans back just slightly, as if leaning away from this questioning. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Narumi sighed with great effort, standing up from his seat, circling around his desk, and laying a hand on Shoutarou's shoulder.

"Listen, kid-- I've been in this business for years, and bravado and showmanship isn't gonna impress anyone. People want results; you're just wasting your energy. No one's gonna be impressed."

Oh no he didn't.

~~Philip, hold my hat.~~

Shou raises an arm and moves to knock Narumi's arm away while moving to a colder, determined expression. "I get results just fine. There's nothing wrong with having a little flair in doing so."

Narumi withdrew his arm without much offense, tucking the hand into his pocket as he gestured with his other.

"If you act like that, no one's gonna take ya seriously; can't really show your results if you can't get any work, right?"

Good, because all the offense was taken by the half-boiled of the pair here. He folds his arms, and while trying to look serious about things...well, he looked more like a pouting child.

"It's worked just fine for me so far - showing some confidence in one's self goes a long way."

"Confidence is one thing--" And you can sure as hell bet he's still basically completely unfazed by all this. Actually, he looks like this is sort of run of the mill (though it's probably not.)

"Maybe you should take your time enjoying bein' a kid if you're gonna act like it, though."

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