How Can It Be Wrong? ((94 Valentines))

[Tsughi]

The pocketbook seemed to burn in his pocket. Russell quickly navigated down the road leading to the PD. He was just simply going to return it, maybe flirt a little... But they were not going to have a repeat of the cafe. It was bad enough that they were in public before, but this was the police force. Russell certainly had no room for error here.

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya sighed, stepping out of the station and looking around. The sky was clear and cold and he tugged the shoulders of his coat a bit closer. It had been a long afternoon, but there was nothing pressing and he fully intended to use that to get home at a decent hour, possibly sleep. Turning his steps, he began the walk home, hoping the clear air would cool his head.

[Tsughi]

Russell had just been about to turn the corner when he saw the Commissioner. Immediately he froze in place. What am I gonna do? What am I- He squashed that voice in his head and listened to the rather childish voice telling him to hide. The tortie quickly slunk of of immediate line of suit be he definitely kept an eye on the grey tom.

[victoriousscarf]

It was not a terribly long walk back to his flat, and there were reasons he lived there. Beyond the fact it kept him away from his father, and few criminals really suspected the police commissioner to live in an average apartment building--oh he was sure they could find it but he preferred to make it less of a walk in the park for them.

Pulling out his keys once he reached the door, he paused a moment to find the right one before turning it in the lock.

[Tsughi]

The tortie tom shamelessly followed Vlask to his home. As he watched the other search through his keys, Russell mustered up the courage to speak. "Sonya," He said, not raising his voice because he new good and well that the other would hear him. His voice was not the whisper from when he said it before, he announced it with certainty in his voice and it sounded almost normal except for the fact Russell drew it out just a little longer. With no signs of nervousness now, he walked up behind the Commissioner until he was just a couple of yards away.

[victoriousscarf]

Tensing, the taller cat did not turn for a long moment, finally swiveling around. So much for his house not being terribly easy to find. Honestly, he would have preferred a criminal to this. "What?" he asked, voice carefully even. "What do you want?"

[Tsughi]

As if on command Russell pulled out the grey tom's checkbook. "I think you left this behind en your haste," He said in way of explaination.

[victoriousscarf]

Keys still held out, Sonya let his arm drop and used his free hand to reach for it. "Which you could not have brought yesterday to the station?" he asked, holding his paw out rather than try to yank it away again like last time.

[Tsughi]

Grinning just slightly, Russle shook his head. "I told you et es busy the day before Valentines Day," He said as he placed the book in the other's outstretched paw. "I could not get away."

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya considered him a long moment, slowly drawing his paw back as to not repeat last time. "Well, thank you then," he murmured, not sure he believed that but thankful one way or another to get his pocket book back.

[Tsughi]

"By the way," Russell mused. "Happy Valentines Day." Was that his voice taking on the hint of that dangerous tone he had used at the cafe? Yes, yes it was.

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya barely batted an eyelid at that. "Is it? I had hardly noticed," he said, voice dismissive.

[Tsughi]

Russell nearly purred at that. Sure the awkward Sonya was cute, but change was a good thing, sometimes. "Oui, mais vous permettra d'éviter tous les progrès que je make.Won tu t?" He slipped into his native tongue without a second thought.

[victoriousscarf]

The taller cat frowned. "Come again?" he said calmly, paw still curled around the pocket book and keys in the other one.

[Tsughi]

"Aren't you going to invite me inside?" Russell suggusted, knowing fully that was not what he had said at all.