We'll meet again Neferpitou x OC

Casefile 3

TLDR at the top;

It's been a month since Neferpitou started living with me and things have been... awkwardly platonic?
I told her that she could sleep in the bedroom and I would take the couch, but I figured out the upstairs couch wasn't very sleeping friendly after my 2 daylong coma, so I'd been slowly migrating into the basement, which I didn't think she'd found.

We didn't talk much, or at all. Neferpitou would just read on the couch.
Sometimes Neferpitou will just stare at me for decent stretches of time while slowly blinking for no particular reason, when she thinks I'm not looking or asleep. My best guess is that it's a threat in cat or something.

Thankfully Pitou hadn't tried to eat any of my talking animal companions but that raises other concerns about if she is eating?

On a less worrying, but more relevant note, business has been pretty good, I've got a few more easy jobs and a few requests from people who think I'm a hitman. (They should've praised it as a question "Can you solve the mystery of how to kill this person?")
"I was hired to follow some guy to see if he was cheating on his wife.
So I decided to follow him around for a while, the normal P.I thing.
That guy was one of the most boring people I've ever seen.
His days would go, wake up, go buy breakfast, go to work, leave work, go buy dinner, go home, sometimes he'd go out with his friends and even that was boring, but on my most resonant stakeout, I saw something, as he was going home he kissed one of his friends.
I followed that friend around for a while, eventually, I followed them to this building and that's when you caught me" I finished telling my story to the people who had me tied up like a James Bond Casino Royale minus the being naked part.

"Is that true?" One of them asked.

"NO! You dumbasses were selling drugs behind my house" I yelled back while secretly untying my hands from the rope.

"Oh ok" The genius who somehow caught me punched me in the face.

"Is that all you've got? A punch in the face? Last month my arm was cut off and you're getting the crick out of my neck. Try stepping it up, hit me in the balls, cut off a finger, you know something more extreme you wanna be thug archetype" I punctuated the insult by spitting in his face.

He wiped the spit off his face. "Have you ever seen Casino Royale?" He asked before being pulled away by someone else.
The second dumbass thug took the other one aside to talk.
The only words I could make out were "Call" and "Boss?"

"Hurry up I want to go home so I can do something more interesting than you idiots" I tried getting another rise from them.

I freed my right arm from the bindings. "Nice try" Someone behind me said as they handcuffed my arm to the chair.

"Dammit" I sighed in frustration.

"What do we have here" The one that handcuffed me started going through my coat pockets. "Nice wallet what's the material?" 'Your mother's bed sheets'

"Skin, Human skin if you wanna get specific. I could make one for you?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh sorry my Japanese isn't very good, I meant to say could I make one from you" I quipped while using Abracadabra to undo the cuffs.

"Holy shit lots a lotta-" I stopped him from looking through my wallet by hitting him in the face with Abracadabra. "Why you little shit"
The guy dropped my wallet and went to swing at me.
I tipped the chair I was tied to over so he would miss me, and used Abracadabra to make it look like I vanished. "Oh fuck, we gotta Nen user" 'That makes this more difficult'

"I'll get some back up" Someone else yelled. I freed my other hand.
The guy from earlier tried kicking around where I was, so rolled off the chair. While I was still camouflaged I stood up so I could assess what I was up against. '4 people and they might be Nen users. Fuck' I took out my flask and poured some of the lighter fluid on the guy's head.

"What the hell was that" He asked spinning around.

"Lighter fluid" I said uncloaking and punching him before lighting a match. "Have you ever seen Man In Fire?" I asked as I lit his head up like a candle. He fell to the ground screaming in fear. "You're not in here with me I am in here with you... oh shit, I messed that up let me tr-" One of the scrawnier thugs tried shooting me with a normal handgun. I fell back and played dead, having survived by catching the bullet with my teeth with Abracadabra.

"Well that was eas-" Someone started to speak but before they could finish as I spit out the bullet.

"Nothing with me has ever been easy" I bragged standing up. "Also you might wanna help your hot-headed friend here" I kicked the guy who was on the ground towards the exit. "Who's next" I asked crossing my arms.

"Me" An important-looking gentleman replied. The person was slender with a tall frame. He was wearing some nice pants, a white dress shirt... no a white blouse with a thin leather vest topped with a little bow tie, and a gold-rimmed monocle. I stepped back in surprise. 'Dear God, my very own Professor Moriarty' His stance was reined with one foot in front of the other and his hands were folded behind his back. 'I don't think I've ever felt this way before'

"Take that brut out of here" My new rival ordered. I let them take the other guy away, they weren't important anymore.

"Shall we begin?" I asked trying not to sound nervous. 'Why are you hot ones always evil' The bite mark on my collarbone started to burn as I checked him out, I tried to ignore it as I rubbed my shoulder.

The man smirked before saying. "Let's dance" he held up his left hand. The man had some sort of plastic knuckledusters.

(I finished this Sunday night/Monday morning but needed to work on it)