too late! no take-backsies!—
plus, a whole army of me’s– wouldn’t that make a looooot of plans go a lot smoother? we could do a raid!— eh—
.. hold on— how many of /you/ are there?
@ZENlGOTCHA with yourself, huh?…
.. well, gee, pops— i’m no mathematician, or anything— but, isn’t zero times zero still zero, technically?
[ is he /really/? /does that mean he’ll let him off the hook for that recent ‘lost treasure of domino’s pizzaria’ heist/? ]
ya seriously mean it, jigen? even if there was a kabillion different versions of me? you’d still be open to it— why, it could almost drive a man to tears!
``want?— oh, please! i never take— i’m more of a giver, wouldn’tcha say?``
so, when’s lupin’s stand-up special?
cue the squish of a grin— you know— /the/ grin. the punchable one.
``aren’tcha happy to see a good buddy? just where-oh-/where/ is your hospitality?``
maybe the short baker /won’t/ notice ‘his’ ( may or.. may not.. switched ) bag is just.. a smidgen lighter?
.. a smidgen lighter with the weight of many, many signed-off calling cards?
so— gio’s first time being robbed blind?
ah, you know the old saying, of course? the kind of saying you hear those wise, infinity-beard old guys, or the inside of a snapple cap go on about?
how’s it go aga—— ah!
the bump is hardly dent in a lanky, suave (self-proclaimed) stride, momentarily halting the taller - -
[@ALWAYSATHIIIEF]
What a lovely day to go for walk! Gio strolls down the street, not a care in the world.
Oh! What a fine looking gentleman that Gio doesn't see-
Bump!
He gasps, dropping his bag from surprise.
"Oh-! I'm so sorry! I didn't look where I was going!"
flicker in a thick skull with the slight weight of a familiarly.. weighted.. bag?
oh, lupin.
``heh.. good thing i just /happened/ to find an /exact/ bag replica hangin’ off that lampshade!.. gee, and to think it’d come in handy.``
/these/ are the plotpoints, people.
hey, - -