[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/250201/e59bd323b41254e9b1613da26ec73422.png[/img][/center][hr][right][i][color=90c0ce]Mentions:[/color] Kelly
[color=90c0ce]Setting:[/color] 10-ish AM, Fetching a ride[/i][/right][hr]
Al's ears wiggled up and down as everyone took a look at his drawing. Awkwardly smiling, he waited until the topic of conversation moved on. He took a bracing inhale when he was out of the spotlight, stashing his notebook back where it belonged. The Chief had several suggestions where to go, and Alphard immediately ruled out the first two. The very thought of going around host clubs had him blushing, so he didn’t think he could have a proper conversation with anyone there. Kicking down doors was an immediate [i]no[/i]. He wasn’t a physical guy, didn’t enjoy using violence. That left finding and questioning the Kurodoji family survivor. Scary, but manageable. Especially with Kelly there. 

One last ominous line from the Chief, and they were off. [color=87ceeb]“M-me too,”[/color] Alphard shyly raised his hand when the canine-eared man proclaimed his intention to go. Kelly revealing his habitual shoulder holster had him pat his own BPS issued pistol, holstered at the belt. A drop of sweat beaded on his brow, but he nodded in determination. He didn’t [i]like[/i] it, but if he really, [i]really[/i] needed it, it was better to have it than not.

He padded after Kelly as if [i]he[/i] were the canid affected person of the two. He kept turning the tea cup in his hands, sipping at the sweet, calming treat. When it got to the point where drawing the liquid through the straw caused an obnoxious slurp, he opened the lid, and drank the rest in one gulp straight from the cup. He carefully crumpled the plastic into as compact a shape as possible before discarding it.

At the mention of [i]crime-mobile[/i], he immediately perked up. [color=87ceeb]“Kelly! KELLY!”[/color] He hopped up and down, speeding up so he could walk next to him. [color=87ceeb]“You’re finished? You’re [i]done[/i]?”[/color] The excitement was palpable, a huge grin on his face, eyes sparkling, tail swishing quickly. [color=87ceeb]“OhmyGOSH, I have to see! C’mon, let’s go, let’s go!”[/color] He was trying to run in front of him, facing Kelly, but he had to look where they were going – and of course, only Kelly knew exactly which street to go down. 

That didn’t stop Al from his antics though. A few meters later, and he didn’t need the guidance anymore – the truck stood out more than if it had been splattered in multi-coloured neon paint. It looked like an honest to goodness police car, but also [i]very obviously[/i] not that. It was large, it was spruced up, it was [i]beautiful[/i]. [color=87ceeb]“WHOOOA-AAH…”[/color] He stopped in his tracks, and just stood there wide-eyed, stunned and bedazzled.