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[ Oh hello, ducks! Is it that time of the year again? Now whaddya call it again? A virus? Gee, that seems to be happening an awful lot lately and Milton is no exception to the rule. If you met the guy before, he's not exactly the happiest of the duck bunch and today is 'Let's Push him over the Edge' Day over at the police precinct.

Yes because today it looks like this agent has found a buddy. A transporter at that! They're tied together oh-so nicely with a pair of hand cuffs. Now how about that? Isn't it great?! Milton's face is just beaming with anxiety! ]

Can you please not be so close to me!

[[ ooc: threadjack threads. be merry. it's a celebration, ducks! ]]

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[ His skittishness lives to be center of your amusement. ]

No! I cannot-! This is not some virus! Why would it ever...

[ You thought he was sick in the face before now he just looks plain ill. His knees to start to give in as he leans over against the wall. ]

I- I need to get some air.

[drjackal]

Believe what you wish. You do realize that where you go I have to follow?

[He sighs more so out of boredom.]

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Then you do not have that much of a choice, do you?

[ Now with that said, Dammers will just make his way to open the door. Try and stop him, Akabane. ]

[drjackal]

[He sighs and simply follows him along. He tucks Dammer's keys in his pocket.]

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[ He didn't care. Let them stare at him with the transporter attached him. Like they were expecting some note for the peculiar sight. What would the memo even say? Tied-together. Details later.

Dammers opts for the emergency exit route to the parking lot. If Akabane was expecting something exciting about this world then he is about to be sadly disappointed that nothing stands out; just a small, bustling village police station solving a murder mystery. ]

[drjackal]

[Akabane was highly amused by the stares they granted as they walked through the station. He was used to such stares and in many cases the stories that came from seeing his presence often helped him.

Once outside, he studied the suburban village that the station was located in. He had a feeling tha everything looked serene, but in reality it wasn't. Granted, it was peaceful and less chaotic compared to the city. In that sense, he enjoyed it.]

My, this is a nice little break from being in the city.

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[ Akabane seems to be enjoying it but that bitter look on Dammers' face still hasn't left. The cool breeze is the only thing preventing the agent from completely losing it again. ]

They're all the same if you ask me. All riddled with their own secrets boarded behind wooden walls. You should know, a place like this isn't as quiet as it seems.

[drjackal]

I agree, I just loathe the city. The air always smells so foul and it's too noisy for my tastes.

Where ever there are people there is some kind of crime going on.

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[ The cool air is quite soothing but there is little to nothing to enjoy. He doesn't gauge eye contact with Akabane let alone looking at the transporter. Instead his eyes settle for the concrete ground. The more he looks at him, the more it will send him in a tizzy. ]

Your sense of smell is terrible.

[drjackal]

[He gives the cop a quizzical stare, curious by the comment.]

Simply because I don't like the city?