The Department of Interstellar Immigration was a non-descript federal looking building with no name on it. It had pleasant landscaping, clean lines, and didn't look that different from Tokyo InterPol headquarters
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Honestly Koichi wasn't sure what he was supposed to expect from this place. He followed Amarao all the while looking all over, even if there wasn't that much to see yet. The giant iron did indeed warrant an eyebrow lift but likely mostly because Zenigata hadn't seen one in quite a long time, much less one that size.
Not like it was real or anything...
He looked down with a brief flash of confusion, still unused to being called his first name, but recovered quickly.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I s'pose," He answered, shifting his hands into his pockets, "Nothin' I need to be warned about, is there?"
He led him into the complex, past the large lobby with the ornate symbol in the tilework in the floor and the pleasantly smiling receptionist in a cute little short skirt and go go boot number. In fact, most of the women in this place seemed to be dressed along those lines
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It would be a lie to say Zenigata was paying attention by that point. The farther in they walked the less serious he appeared, instead opting for round eyes and a bit of a dazzled kind of expression. Like a tourist craning his head at tall buildings, Zenigata hardly even paid attention to where he was going. He quite nearly walked into the entirely wrong hallway when he watched a tall pair of legs with a cutesy body attached saunter away.
By the time they made it into the observation room Zenigata had adopted that mystified look he usually reserved for when Lupin mysteriously disappeared on him in a series of confusing events. Amarao finished speaking and the older Inspector just kind of stared, blinking, then after a minute seemed to snap back to reality.
"Huh?" He blurted, finally realizing Amarao had said words. Words that meant things, "Uh, oh."
He snapped back into business mode, albeit with a bit of redness in his cheeks.
"Well don't keep me in suspense here, I've only been on this case for a couple of decades now."
He stared up at that distant look, nori eyebrow twitching slightly. Though it was difficult to tell what passed through that red head at that moment. That look could have been annoyed, or confused. He might have just been a little happy that he had somehow he'd impressed the man he had come to think so highly of, even if it was more the department than actually him
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Not like it was real or anything...
He looked down with a brief flash of confusion, still unused to being called his first name, but recovered quickly.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I s'pose," He answered, shifting his hands into his pockets, "Nothin' I need to be warned about, is there?"
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By the time they made it into the observation room Zenigata had adopted that mystified look he usually reserved for when Lupin mysteriously disappeared on him in a series of confusing events. Amarao finished speaking and the older Inspector just kind of stared, blinking, then after a minute seemed to snap back to reality.
"Huh?" He blurted, finally realizing Amarao had said words. Words that meant things, "Uh, oh."
He snapped back into business mode, albeit with a bit of redness in his cheeks.
"Well don't keep me in suspense here, I've only been on this case for a couple of decades now."
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