app bits
Since the rest can be easily found elsewhere, just the sample posts~
His plan was perfect. Flawless, even.
It took a lot of convincing, but Tsuzuki had even managed to get Hisoka in on the strategy. It was simple enough; a pincer tactic to cut off escape, and also direct enough to account for the little amount of time they had to accomplish the mission. Though that might prove more detrimental in the end...
They had set off during lunch break. This had to remain an absolute secret from the rest of the office, otherwise the vital information Tsuzuki had spent weeks collecting would be compromised. Not to mention his pride. And besides, the reward promised to be huge...astronomical, even. Hisoka said nothing, but his displeasure about the whole thing was readily apparent through his constant scowl. But he would deal with it. This was for everyone's own good, and he knew it. But it was most important to Tsuzuki. He wouldn't screw this objective up, not like last time.
The two of them approached the building from opposite sides. The crowd outside was bustling, and Hisoka was quickly cut off by a throng of innocent passersby. He signaled to Tsuzuki; you'll have to do this yourself.
Unfortunate, but nothing that would hinder progress. Tsuzuki swiftly ducked around a rush of people, opening the door with guard up. A bell rang distantly in the back of the building. Damn. His position was already compromised. He had been too careless. Tsuzuki swallowed thickly; the smell of the place was making him dizzy. The target was there, right in front of him. So bold, not even bothering to hide itself. It was so close...he could have reached out to grab it, but it had strong barriers. He'd have to go about this the hard way...
He gritted his teeth, steeling himself as he pulled his weapon from his pocket-
"Could I get the Mega Caramel Deluxe Cinnamon Bun, please?" Tsuzuki asked the girl at the counter as he was rifling through his wallet, eyeing his prize in the glass bakery case.
...Ah.
Wow. Nice digs. [the sound of footsteps on carpet] Is this a wing of the Count's mansion that I haven't seen before? I don't even remember getting here, though... Did I pass out drunk again? I don't remember any party, but that could be the hangover... But my head doesn't hurt. Huh.
Still, I've never seen such a big bed. ...It won't hurt to poke around a bit. [chuckling, then more footsteps. the sound of a knob being turned, and old wooden wardrobe doors opening. then, an impressed whistle.] Holy cow. These are...really, really nice clothes. Mostly suits, but well-made... Lots of nice ties. Hey, a yukata! [a click as a hanger is removed from a metal rod] Geez, this is really good silk. The pattern's so beautiful, too. I'm just glad I didn't stumble upon the Count's cosplay collection... Ugh. [another rattle as the hanger is replaced]
[more footsteps, getting closer] The desk is beautiful too- [a pause, then the muffled rustling as the journal is picked up] ...Oh man, I really wish the Count would stop collecting creepy books. Why's this one recording everything I'm saying? [another pause] Correction. Why is it recording every sound it picks up?
[a pause as he considers for a moment] Well, I can always ask him about it. [footsteps move away and a door opens] WHOA! ...A nameplate. I was expected? Why does the Count have to be so damn weird... [the door closes]