[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
You're arrested! You have the right... to be mine.
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Whew — you've finally got a day off, and you're happily spending it strolling up and down the streets. Above you, the Ark's false sky casts a warm sunlight down on the city. This only further accentuates the groggy, worn-out reflections of you projected onto the windows you walk by. It's been a tough week — or month — but you weren't expecting you'd look this beat-down.
You decide not to pay much attention to the reflections and carry on your way instead. It's hard to choose a destination when it comes down to either micromanaging for the others even when you're off-duty, or simply treating yourself after everything you've been through. Some street food might be nice... or ice cream... or...
Click-clack.
Lost too deep in your thoughts, you not only miss the footsteps that have been creeping up on you for a while, but somehow you also manage to fall easily into the cusp of sleek, cold metal on your wrists. You feel fingers grab tight your forearm, pulling you back as a pair of handcuffs simultaneously click and lock around your hands.
"You're under arrest."
It takes a second for you to actually register what's going on. You crane your neck, look over your shoulder and find Miranda staring sheepishly down at your brand new, shiny handcuffs.
"Uh, what did I do?" You manage to get a reasonable question out. Miranda doesn't respond, only tending to the handcuffs, making sure they're tight enough. You feel the metal squeeze your wrists a little too rough, eliciting a pained wince from you.
"Hey! Miranda!"
"No time," the girl says, holding your arm tight. "You're under arrest. I'm taking you back to the station."
You're baffled. You can't even begin to guess how and why Miranda decided to do this. You're innocent! Right? Is this punishment for overworking yourself earlier? For packing up paperwork and legal documents?
Maybe you're getting arrested because you were late reporting to Anderson once. But that was only once!
You don't even resist. You're not in the mood. Accepting that your plans for ice cream have just been foiled unlawfully... by the law, you succumb to Miranda's surprisingly firm hold and allow her to lead you back to the police station.
"Can I at least get an explanation?" you say, to which the girl remains silent. You only press further. "Hello? Miranda? Why am I getting arrested?"
"You have the right to remain silent." For a moment she flicks her gaze back at you, though not daring to break her own stride in the process. In her eyes there is a firmness you'd normally only see in Poli. Miranda must be learning well. But no point in questioning it now. You're sure this is all one big misunderstanding.
