themightybosstone | Limelight Pregaming

[anybody who knows him should ideally know this by now, but Shura is generally not the social type. not even at the gym. he will be polite and engage in small talk (more than small talk, even, if cornered by the right people), but for the most part he isn't the type to initiate nor to hang around longer than strictly necessary.

this time though, it's definitely been fifteen minutes since he should have left and he keeps wandering in and out of the locker room, seemingly looking for something.

he's not asking for help though, he's fine. everything is fine.]

[It IS weird though. Like, Shura's social battery should be CLEAN OUT. And didn't he already do his cooldown? Bro always takes his exercise high and bounces.

So, naturally, Sett, being a discrete and experienced individual with introverts does the best thing possible:]

SUP SHUR! Lost yer phone?

[thank you, exactly what he wanted to avoid.]

Ah.

My wallet.

Oh. Shit.

[Brocade immediately checks his own pockets- but given that they're gym shorts and don't HAVE pockets, it's a rather useless gesture.]

I'll help look.

It's fine, I didn't have a lot in there, so I doubt anyone took it but...

[grumbles, opening his locker for the seventh time to check again]

Maybe someone's messing with the lockers. Blessings get weirder and weirder these days, y'know.

[Sett sniffs the air to see if he can catch anything- other than gym.]

And it aint the cash these days. The kids in the shop keep tellin' me about identity theft an' shit.

Identity theft... what?

[the gym and all of what it entails is pretty overpowering, but if his nose can overcome it, somewhere, there's a hint of leather and Shura's usual cologne]

[OH THAT'S RANK. HANG ON. He's just going to stand there and hold the bridge of his nose for a second.]

Eggghh. It's - [One more second. Okay. He shakes his head like a dog shaking off water.]

It's where they like get your info and then, get in and see your internet history or something. [He says that with more confidence than an abject misunderstanding SHOULD be.]

Yes, Brocade, I'm aware of what it is. I mean— is that the sort of thing kids are getting into now?

Also, is your nose okay?

Kids, you know? [NO.]

YEAH, I just know WAY too much 'bout way too many people. Uh. Someone definitely better get that treated.

... But prolly where your shit is too.

Oh, really? Well, that's convenient.

I guess the knowing way too much comes both from work and your senses, huh.

Dude. You got no idea. I find out SO many things I didn't wanna know.

[He MEANS the significant look at Geto in a FOLLOW ME way, as he turns to go find the wallet. At least the cologne is easier, there's enough leather here and there that, well, might take a while.]

Don't let anyone find out, that kind of thing is dangerous.

[as they start moving, the scent suddenly blips out?

wait, no, it's still there, but less discernible... as if someone had just buried the wallet with even more... man man musk sweat man moisture soap]

What? That people spill like, all sorts of shiii...

huh. [Oh that's not good.]

Hey bro, we might need to speed up a bit.

[distracted from the first topic by that]

What? That's ominous.

Yeah I'm not thinkin' this is an accident anymore, dude.

[So yeah, whoever it is, may just get picked up.

Maybe someone should ask questions first? But Brocade's name isn't someone so. CLEARLY it doesn't need to be him.]

[ah.

it takes Shura all of two seconds to catch on to what's going, looking up the supposed culprit up and down]

Excuse me. Did you happen to take my wallet by mistake?

[we're not going to jump to accusations even if THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE IT IS]

[This close, there's no concealing - though the fresh workout funk SURE TRIES - this is the guy. And that faint whiff of Shura's scent on him is as damning as anything to Sett. He dangled the guy a little more, when the kicks come, and his ears flatten back with a growl.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT! LEMMIE GO!" ]

Yeah.

Nah.

[There's a pitched whining of static in Shura's ears, the smell of ozone- and the man is gone. Sett's holding air.]

[his hand is already reaching out for the guy's bag and then

poof!]

—What?! Oh, come on.

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