It had been a harrowing few weeks for Lupin, beginning with a vicious argument he had with his housemates in 46 and culminating in abduction, an oddly fragile Vulcan, and a decision made jointly between himself and Fujiko to stop playing musical apartments and spend some time in a single location for once--together. That agreement itself was a small triumph amidst the chaos, and one that he had never believed would actually happen. After Zenigata and Jigen returned home back in June, they were literally the only link that they had to home. It was their own natures, both cat-like, that compelled them to keep their distance.
He and Fujiko were still in the process of moving into their new apartment on the third floor. It was only their second day and, while the both of them were frightful collectors, a large part of their old furniture had been abandoned.
Thus is the mercurial existance of those who live outside of the law.
Lupin on his way back to the third floor that evening, a bag with an odd array of ingredients in hand. The elevator that had been installed by one generous (if lazy) resident was a boon to him in dealing with the ramifications of his Penalty. November just couldn't come fast enough, but it was a small price to pay in the long run.
He was distracted at that moment, idly pulling out a cigarette as he waited for the elevator. It's presence still astounded him, and he was glad to deal with it's neon green interior for the sake of convenience.]
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It had been a harrowing few weeks for Lupin, beginning with a vicious argument he had with his housemates in 46 and culminating in abduction, an oddly fragile Vulcan, and a decision made jointly between himself and Fujiko to stop playing musical apartments and spend some time in a single location for once--together. That agreement itself was a small triumph amidst the chaos, and one that he had never believed would actually happen. After Zenigata and Jigen returned home back in June, they were literally the only link that they had to home. It was their own natures, both cat-like, that compelled them to keep their distance.
He and Fujiko were still in the process of moving into their new apartment on the third floor. It was only their second day and, while the both of them were frightful collectors, a large part of their old furniture had been abandoned.
Thus is the mercurial existance of those who live outside of the law.
Lupin on his way back to the third floor that evening, a bag with an odd array of ingredients in hand. The elevator that had been installed by one generous (if lazy) resident was a boon to him in dealing with the ramifications of his Penalty. November just couldn't come fast enough, but it was a small price to pay in the long run.
He was distracted at that moment, idly pulling out a cigarette as he waited for the elevator. It's presence still astounded him, and he was glad to deal with it's neon green interior for the sake of convenience.]