I wanna stand up, I wanna let go

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He does, yes. It is ridiculous, isn't it? His real name is Steven Rogers. [And Schmidt hates him, but you won't get him to monologue about it.]

Then I will leave you to your own devices, but the police station will be more difficult to infiltrate without distractions.

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Very ridiculous. [ Monologue all you want creepy anon boss. ]

I'll see what I can do. [ She should ask for double her fee now. ]

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He himself is no less so. [Nope, not gonna monologue.

And her fee would only be doubled if she did something clever to get the items back.] Good. An infiltration of the police station, perhaps.

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You sound as if you know him quite well.

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I do. It seems inevitable that he would be the one to your way, and thus in my way.

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I hope you don't have an equally cheesy name.

[ You know you wanna tell her your name~ ]

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[ So nice to have someone who isn't a creeper contact her! ]

You weren't kidding when you said you'd be right over.

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Oh uh... is it too early? [He asked as he adjusted his messenger bag where camera and album lay ensconced inside.]

I... was excited to show you. You said you wanted all the pictures.

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I do not. [Just that awful one other people gave him.] But you still do not need to know it. [Nope, he isn't going tell you. Sorry, Selina.]

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No, it isn't. I'd love to see them.

[ Cutest son ever. ]

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[He's purring softly.]

Great! Then I can show them all to you! [He bows before coming inside and his tail swishes happily.]

I made my favorites bigger.

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We can't have a successful partnership if we don't trust each other now.

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[ She smiles and closes the door after him. She follows him, eager to see the pictures. ]

Okay, let's see them.

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[He looked all around Selina's home and figured it would be bad to take off his shoes for the moment. He took a seat and his ears perked before he pulled out the album.]

Here! I tweaked them a little but they're high quality and photo paper. Here look! [He handed Selina the album. Inside wasn't just photos from mother's day. But Ritsuka had also taken some of his favorite photos of Selina and enhanced them. Making some black and white portraits, some sepia. Some were even candid photos made to look like she had modeled the photos.]

Do you like them? [His voice held a want... an eagerness. He wanted to please her, to make her happy. He wanted to see her smile.]

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Ah, a successful business partnership? Is that what you want, Ms Kyle? You have yet to deliver on your end of your deal. The items I requested are still with the police.

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You're really fixated on getting items that weren't yours in the first place.

[ Or so you say. ]

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[ She sat down next to him and looked at each photo carefully. She felt immensely touched that this kid whom she hardly knew took such effort to cherish their relationship. She looked at him before she answered. ]

I love them...thank you, Ritsuka.

[ You're the best thing that ever happened to her. ]

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[He blushes and smiles, feeling warm inside as he just watches her look at the photos and his ears press against his head. When she said she loved them...]

I-I'm glad. It's yours, so I'm really happy to hear that, mom.

[His eyes widened and he blushed deeper. Crap! What did he just say. Feeling suddenly nervous he got up.]

I SHOULD GO!

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[ She never thought she'd be a Mom and here she was... ]

...I don't mind if you call me, Mom, Ritsuka.

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[He stood with his back to Selina, unmoving. His face was deep red and his ears were pressed to the back of his head. His shoulders held the tension he tried not to show.]

It... you... don't think it's weird?

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No. Of course not.

You think of me as your Mom, so it's alright.

[ She feels very honored about that. ]

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[He blushed and swallowed thickly. Some part of him felt guilty though. What about his actual mom? He had only just seen her... but... he sighed.]

It... doesn't bother you?

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No, it doesn't.

I feel very honored, that you consider me like a mother to you.

[ She knows what it's like to have an abusive relationship with your parents. ]

Although, I may not be the best role model.

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[He thought of lot of things he could say that. That he wasn't a good son what did that matter? But no. He turned to look at her, relaxing a little as he offered her a smile. He knew exactly what he felt on the matter about her.]

But you're the best for me and that's really all I care about.

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