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"Madi likes fingers; believe me," Paxton muttered, eyeing a few faint scars that crisscrossed up and down his right pinkie and middle finger. Both hands were quickly made busy as he began fumbling with the corpse, rolling it onto it's front and working to pick it up so the body could hang over his shoulder. Though he didn't want to admit it Paxton hadn't realized Akira had been in the area, and so most of his focus went to dealing with the body as to not appear phased by her appearance. Through a bit of effort and a couple grunts of frustration, Paxton eventually managed to stand up with the body slung over his left shoulder, and his staff in his right hand. This effectively kept his arms full, his left arm being needed to hold onto the body's legs, and so when Akira jumped down to join him Paxton could only greet her with a smile.

"Nice to see you too; and we can share once we get home. Not like I found anything interesting on him; just a wallet, a phone we can pawn, and some keys to an apartment god knows where in this city. If we can figure it out though that means there might be a lot more stuff to flip," Paxton began to explain as he and Akira started walking. Home wasn't too far from here, it being one of the reasons Paxton was in the area. Normally when out hunting he preferred leaving distance between his dwelling and the bloodshed, but inconsistency was key in keeping a low profile when dealing with something as serious as murder. Things were bad in Chicago, but that wasn't keeping the cops from doing their jobs, and it was why Paxton never left the bodies should the people he robbed be unfortunate enough to pass on.

There weren't a whole lot of people out at this hour in this part of town, the districts around Washington Park weren't very touristy and had a reputation for being a bad area to hang around in. Every once and a while you'd go down a street and see a bunch of busted up cars with one really expensive looking sports car sitting in among them. The guy with the sports car was never an honest man; something Paxton could respect despite his bias on material things being 'stupid' to put it simply.

It took about twenty minutes to walk home, most of it silent dotted with a few attempts at small talk. No topic seemed to properly stick though, conversation always seeming harder when you had to focus on not dropping a dead body. Luckily their apartment was just around the corner, in the middle of the block with the main gate locked up like a miniature prison. All you needed was a key though, and after that it was just a short climb to the third floor. As Paxton hiked up the last few steps he felt his shoulder beginning to hurt, and rather hurriedly fumbled with the door lock so that he could shoulder his way into the crumby three room apartment. Akira did her best to keep the place clean, but at the end of the day no matter how much perfume you spray on a piece of shit it's still a piece of shit. It was a simple set up; the front door led to the common room which was a combination living room, kitchen, and second bedroom. The wallpaper was dirty and faded, the decorative flowers peeling off here and there with the only break in the gloom being a single window that lent a wonderful view of the fire escape and alley out back. The floor was some cheap hardwood that scratched easily, and most of the room was occupied by a coffee table, TV stand, and an old looking couch that folded out into a bed. The far right of the room became a kitchen, basically defined by the presence of a stove, a few drawers, and a mini fridge to store things in. Past the kitchen was the bathroom, which was just big enough to move around in but left little space for anything else besides the toilet and shower. Then finally to the left of the common room was the bedroom, where Paxton both slept and kept his crap out of the way by hiding it in his closet or just leaving it on the floor in there.

"Home sweet home," Paxton sighed, dropping the body as soon as he was through the door. He intended to deal with it soon, so he wasn't too worried about where he put it or if it got blood anywhere. Stains like that blended pretty easily with the other permanent discolorations that dotted the walls. Already at the window, Madi was busy tapping away at the glass waiting to be let in. Paxton grinned at the sight of her, or it rather considering that Madi was more of a thing. Regardless of it's status in a world beyond it's home, the shadow imp made a useful companion and Paxton had grown attached to it over the years, what few they had known each other. As soon as the window was open Madi fluttered inside and instantly began moving towards the corpse that lay slumped against the wall. "Bones," it squawked, twisting it's head and eyeing the exposed knuckles on each hand.

Paxton meanwhile removed the dead man's previous belongings from his over coat before removing the heavy jacket all together, throwing everything onto the coffee table and dropping down onto the nearby couch. "Like I said, just what you'd expect to find on any average joe," Paxton remarked, picking up the wallet and opening it up, "or, 'average Austin' I should say," he then corrected, throwing the mans drivers licence back onto the table before rummaging through the rest of the cheap leather wallet.