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Foolish Inspector (L x Z)

(Lupin x Zenigata)

Lupin leaps from one roof to another in the dead of the night, his red blazer breezing in the wind as he runs about.

After one roof to another, to another, he comes to a halt. Soon he runs over to a nearby chimney and pulls out his silver wrist watch. With a press of a button, a grappling hook with string shoots out and wraps itself around the chimney securely. He giggles mischievously, waking over to the edge of the angled roof to peer down at the four story drop.

"Ooooh Fujikoooo! I'm comingggg!"
Lupin calls out to the silent empty street.

With a grin, he slowly backs up on the roof before sprinting and hoping off the edge. Holding the grappling hook string, he swings towards an open window and hops inside. He lands right nicely at the front of the window, grinning at his own grand entrance. He clicks part of his watch to retract his grappling hook while bowing down without really looking around.

Without second thoughts, he playfully starts to bow as if he's on a stage.

"Thank you, thank you!
I hope you liked my grand entrance Fujicakes— wha?!"

He realizes that the room he's in was darkly lit, nothing but a small fireplace crackling. The fire illuminates the room enough where he can see a coffee table, sofa, mini fridge, wardrobe, and..

"Detective Zenigata!?"

"Huh—Wuh?— hic"

He finds Detective Zenigata in his usual attire whilst sitting on the floor in front of the fire place and coffee table. Around him were bottles upon bottles of cheap wine and beer, probably from a nearby drug store. It was clear to Lupin that he was drunk.

With a small friendly smile, Lupin walks over and sits across the detective.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I can—hic—say the same to you Lu—hic-pin" Zenigata groans before guzzling down a bottle of beer. His eyes light up momentarily at the sight of Lupin the 3rds face.

"L-Lupin!? I'm gonn- I'm gonna!—hic—
ugh, forget it... hic"
His angriness subsides and he looks down at the table with a saddened face. Lupin stares at the detective in confusion and concern.

Why did Fujiko tell me to come here to spend a night?

"What seems to be the problem Pops?"

Zenigata continues to stare at the coffee table that reflect the flames flickering in the fire place.
Slowly, a tear drop starts to fall.
Then two.
And then a stream.

"A-Ah! Pops!"

Drunk, Zenigata just lets the tears flow as he stares off to space, not noticing Lupin reaching out his hands, waving them around in uncertainty. He only lets out a small sniffle. Just then, Lupin decides to get up and walk over to Zenigata. He squats down back to his level.

"Hey, come here! Lemme give ya old man a hug!"

Lupin, as comforting as he can in the awkwardness, hugs the Detective, who continues to hold still and cry in near silence. Lupin glances down to notice the Detective holding something—a piece of paper— under the table. From where he sits, he could not read it except for two words:

"Your daughter,"
Huh, I didn't know he had a daughter.

Zenigata mumbles something incoherently.

"Huh? What was that pops?" Lupin asks while holding him. A sudden feeling washes over Lupin, like something is.. off.

Suddenly, the detective grips on of the thief's arm and uses it to pin him down.