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[color=f7d5a5]Setting:[/color] 10:02 AM+, Saniwa Family Estate[/i][/sub][/right][hr]
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[indent][indent]Kittyan proceeded to move his hands to his hips as he handed off the drug to Armand, nodding with content in regards to his own contribution to the scene. The shift in Armand's behavior was lost to him, having known the Chief for significantly less time than the rest of the team. It was especially easy for him to miss out on such cues due to the distraction that was the various scents of coffee, milk, chocolate, and whatever else it was that the lovely Lorelei had delivered to the group. He offered a toothy smile to her as she delivered him an actual carton of chocolate milk.

He was grateful for the newer smells that began to fill the room - coffee was alright, he could take it or leave it, but he could at least say that he was glad the others enjoyed it, as it was [i]very[/i] good at overpowering the smell of blood and such. As for his own beverage of choice, well.. chocolate milk was a classic - you could never go wrong with it. A perp gave him flak once for drinking chocolate milk. That guy had a nice dirt-lunch by the time that arrest was done. Either way, he didn't normally accept offers to have a drink delivered alongside the rest of the group's beverages, but he figured today was as good a day as any. He was a touch tired this morning, and it had sounded like they'd have a big case on their hands - which it seemed was correct.

He silently popped the carton open and sipped from it, his nose crinkling as he absorbed the new set of aromas. He passively nodded as each one of them continued to offer their own thoughts, shared and otherwise, the lot of them shaping what thin edges of this new puzzle they could. He was sure that they were largely thinking the same stuff. Was it some other gang involved that did this? The one who painted the mansion with these poor fellas seemed to be.. [i]way[/i] out of their league. If that were true, the disparity of force might suggest that it likely wasn't a deal-gone-wrong or anything like that. Plus there had been an on-going audit. Whoever it was that had done the deed was either extremely confident, or extremely reckless. A regular cop would prefer the latter, but truth-be-told, Kittyan hadn't yet decided if he liked easy cases or hard ones.

His ears twitched as he was broken from his internal chain of thoughts by Lorelei's addressing him. He blinked a few times before he looked up, meeting her eyes as she continued through with her question regarding the since-quelled Kurodoji Family. The focus of his one visible eye faded slightly as he thought on it for a moment, then looking at her again. [color=f7d5a5]"Recent? Nah. Far as I know, they're down for the count, as it seems.. but if we need a hold on the surviving heir, that I can provide."[/color] He shifted his shoulders, his right hand tugging shortly at the cropped, brown-leather jacket that barely concealed the shoulder holster resting under his left arm. [color=f7d5a5]"From what I hear, we could find 'em all boozed-up in a truly lovely cantina a bit west of here. I imagine I should take part in that one.. he'd probably be more friendly to me than any of you lot."[/color]

He quieted down again as the conversation continued, his colleagues sprinkling in their pieces here and there. He nodded along to Alphard's own reply. He raised a brow as well, as the Demon presented further evidence. Kittyan peered at the sketch on the page, feeling a chill run up his spine as the eerie piece was met with a token of silence. Like Armand, it raised no memories for him, but they'd certainly remember such an image if they saw it elsewhere. He nodded once again - he was a bit of a visual learner, so it was good for him to have something to look at, small as it was. After that, it seemed they had gathered the most of what they would from the scene, for now.

He lifted his bone-ish left hand again, raising his sweet, sweet beverage to his lips and taking another draw from it before shifting his hips and looking to the rest of the group. [color=f7d5a5]"Weeeelp, guess this is where we all split up again!"[/color] He supposed aloud as he started to slowly backpedal towards the door, not quite turning his back on the group yet. [color=f7d5a5]"I'ma head out for that Kurodoji fella."[/color] He said, his gaze shifting to Armand before going back to scan the rest of the group. [color=f7d5a5]"Anybody who wants a ride with me, let's go~"[/color] He offered to nobody in particular. [color=f7d5a5]"I'll treat you to a tour in the Crime-mobile!"[/color]

Of course, the 'Crime-mobile' was a truck that Kittyan had [i]just[/i] personally finished tricking out to look and function like a police car, just.. much bigger. He'd been talking about the project for weeks, at this point. Being that today was the vehicle's maiden voyage, Kittyan was excited to show off how cool it was to his fellow officers - he'd even parked it like a block away, to keep it a surprise. And he would expect anybody who accepted his offer to be as excited as he was, once they saw it..
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