*She squeals, waving her hands in the air playfully.*
"I'm quite the opposite! That plus 1000 points of curiosity! Because who doesn't like interaction? Because you can't predict how they react. Like you. You blush!"
*Her finger stuck out and nearly pressing his nose, she laughs some more, but this time with a slightly more creepier tone. Or maybe it was just imagination, this was still not the best atmosphere for such a conversation anyway.*
"Ooooh, you sure are sure about it! Good! Hopefully you've got a strong heart in there! You're going to need it a lot! Or maybe not, if you've been around your fellow forensic detectives long enough! Since you're a detective, you can at least stomach the sight of viscera, right? Then it should be all fine. I'll go home and get the place ready! The three of us are going to have so much fun!"
*With all the unnatural cuteness that one would never see the cleric doing, she whirls around and flounces down the corridor, sidestepping the puddles of goop and blood, metal spoke twirling dangerously around and around in her hand.*
"So see you soon! Charlotte'll pop by when you're feeling up for it!"
"Awh! No fair. Fine, I'll just have to stick to watching the video archives again for a laugh. It's booooring. Do you know the difference between reading about stuff and hearing it first-hand? You're denying me that pleasure...."
*She pouts with enough petulance to make the cleric look like a five-year old.*
"Hm. I'm actually feeling pretty happy today. Say, why not I drop you an invitation next time? You can pop by the hospital for lunch or dinner or something. I dunno. As long as the oven doesn't blow and you don't get lost again. That happens sometimes. Watch where you step too, there's a very good reason why the building does not have a floor plan. Oooh, first time meeting with a piec - I mean, outside person! Such fun!"
*And then she remembers the broken spoke. And the rest of the costume.*
"How does he wear this all the time anyway? It's so hot in this stuffy uniform. And the boots are incredibly stiff. Maybe I should take it off or something."
*Cheeky girl, giving lip to your elders. Even worse when she's wearing someone else's face while doing it.*
"I wanted you to come over for a snack the other day. Had Charlotte deliver you a special message too. Too bad you didn't turn up. I had some nice soup all cooked and ready to serve too. Never mind, you found something a lot more interesting then, didn't you? So how was it? Fun? Don't mind me dredging up bad memories, but I'd like to know how you feel."
"Now you know why I said to check the cell first, Roderick?"
*With the gambit over, the person giggles with a high voice. A more girly-sounding one, if anything, and probably not something the cleric himself might have been able to hit without severe voice damage.*
*She goes into a fit of hysterical laughter, and gets forced to wipe away the tears that fall out and ruin her makeup.*
"Nooooooow you get it! Took you long enough! Listen out next time, you fell for it twice times already! Don't you learn? Or better yet, don't! I can keep duping you again and again! Teehee, so much fun!"
*This practical joker then grasps the detective's hand in hers - oh, looks like they were simply hidden in that thick uniform - and opens it up, eyes fluttering across the blotches of powder, paint and pencil on his palm.*
"Aaaah. Still dunno? Hm. I wonder what other clues are there left to give you."
*The skin under the detective's hand was warm. Not the cold porcelain, neither did it have the usual frost blush. To make matters even more confusing or worse, a few 'cracks' blurred upon contact, leaving smudged pencil and paint marks on both persons' skin. And this close, his irises seem a little misaligned. Twin shields of red contacts. And reddish eyelashes. The costume was beginning to fall apart, but the person did not care. It was fun to plan, await, watch the detective's reaction.*