#hes not cooperatin ugH

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The Events of One Day

Monet's 2nd initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: city (evening & night) | Characters: Monet, Van Dyck

Monet: Haah, haah…

(Damn, the hell's with that guy? That's pretty far off my feet… But I'm trainin' every day to become like Manet-aniki. I'll definitely catch the culprit…!)

Stooooooop!

Purse snatcher: W… What's with that guy! He's getting closer and closer… Shit!

Monet: (! Is he gonna go somewhere with a lotta people? If he does that, I'll lose him!)

Ugh… I won't let yaaa!!

Purse snatcher: Woaah!?

Monet: Yeah! Gotcha…!

Child: Wow, that guy is amazing! Dad, did you see it just now!?

Father: Yeah, to think he would've jumped on the culprit. What a brave young man!

*applauses*

Monet: (I thought I was doin' the obvious, but... It's kinda embarrassin’ to have people clap for me.)

Woman: Excuse me…!

Monet: Ah, you… You're the owner of this bag, right?

Woman: Yes. Thank you so much for catching the culprit! I would very much like to thank you for your help…

Monet: Don't worry 'bout it. More importantly, I'm glad the bag's safe.

Van Dyck: Monet!

Monet: Oh, Van Dyck! You're too late. I caught the snatcher!

Van Dyck: Unlike you, I'm not so simple-minded. I called the police. Wait, did you really catch him? You're being too reckless…

Look, let's just hand over the culprit and this time let's go to the art supply store. I'm sure we can still get there in time…

Police: Excuse me, may I ask you to come with me to the station as a material witness?

Van Dyck: Uh? Listen, we're going to–

Monet: Understood! Ask us anythin'!

Van Dyck: Haah? You do realize we're running out of time, right? You can't even run a single errand, you're not a child.

Monet: I mean, runnin’ errands is one thing, but cooperatin' with the police's another thing, ain't it? As soon as we're done, we'll just head over there and it'll be fine. C'mon, let's go!

Van Dyck: W-Wait! Alright, I get it, don't pull my arm!

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Monet: Cooperatin' in an investigation takes quite a bit of time, doesn't it? I thought it'd be quicker.

Van Dyck: … Listen, you're forgetting something important, aren't you?

Monet: Somethin' important…? Ah… The art supply store!? It's already closed! What am I gonna do…!

Van Dyck: I told you! You make too many cheap promises, Monet! If you respected them, I would've been back at the museum long ago, trying out my beauty products… This and that, it's all your fault!

Monet: Hahaha… When I see someone in trouble, I just can't leave 'em alone. I feel like I gotta do somethin' 'bout it. … My bad.

Van Dyck: Monet…

… Haah. Okay, I know, I went a little overboard too. It's not like you're doing anything wrong…

I can't help it, so I'll make a special exception for this once. I'll apologize to the deputy director with you.

Monet: For real!? Thanks, Van Dyck! Ya went along with me to the end for whatever reason, so you're a pretty sweet guy, aren't ya?

Van Dyck: W-Whaat? What are you talking about? I just ended up going out with you by chance.

Come on, let's go back quickly. I'm exhausted from being pushed around by you all day.

Monet: Gotcha!

[dirnensions]

“Y-- Y’know, for someone who -- who traveled the cosmos or whatever you were doing, I’m surprised you don’t -- you’re not usually wasted. Seen some shit, done some shit.”

Laying on the roof of the shack, Rick turned, flask in hand. Drained, surprisingly quickly. He should have grabbed a tequila bottle while he was downstairs.

“You ever gonna let your guard down, Fordsy? Or are you gonna keep -- you gonna continue bein’ a stick in the mud? You -- didn’t you kill him? Dealt with the angry dorito?. Why’re you’re STILL TENSE?”

@sombrcstar // SC