Tyrone Roderick
Rhea Byrne
Tyrone Roderick
Rhea Byrne
Tyrone Roderick
"...Fantastic. If only I could get cocky criminals to wise up the same way. Anyway..." He folds them back into his pocket, grey eyes twinkling in amusement.
"I guess not. Anything unplanned happens though, and he's getting cuffed and put in time-out."
The necromantrix starts to respond to his remark about cocky criminals but decides it'd be much wiser to keep her mouth shut.
"I wish you the best of luck, though I admit the idea of seeing him cuffed and put in time-out sounds rather amusing."
'...?' But the detective shrugs it off, opting for raising an eyebrow instead.
"...Thanks, kid. With the way he carries himself, it'd probably happen straight away."
"So, is there a particular reason you're at this party in the first place?" The necromantrix asks, attempting to change the subject. "You don't seem dressed for it."
"Its related to another case, so I can't talk about it. All you need to know is that I'm here to make sure no one gets hurt at this beach party."
"Ahhh, so you got some sort of threat something was going to happen here, or something like that, then. Well, here's hoping no one gets hurt, or more realistically, no one gets maimed or killed. Don't want to make your work harder."