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(🩹☁️) The Mystery of the Missing Mr. Fell

Mr. Fell was a strange man and it was no secret. Eccentric and posh, he owns half of the street and has quite the bookshop — if you can even call it that —even if he insists it is, it's more like a library or some private collection than a bookshop. He refuses to sell books, and some might even swear their lives that there was something off, feeling unwelcome the very moment they mention to Fell that they wanted to buy something. Many were curious and many were creeped out, maybe both, but no one could ever find the answers to their questions.

No one had noticed at first but Fell suddenly disappeared, leaving and entrusting it to someone named "Muriel" (who introduced themself as Inspector Constable at first), which was also a whole 'nother kind of odd and mystery to solve but no one had gotten any possible clues yet. The only leads they could find were Sunglasses (not their actual name), Fell's nonbinary "friend", as they would deny that they were a man and would present feminine occasionally. Also, nobody actually believes that historian crap, they would be actual idiots to be that oblivious to never notice the longing gazes or the heart eyes they kept sending one another. The whole street has a bet going on actually, from secret forbidden lovers to exes that stayed as friends but still had feelings—

"Aren't you investigating? Keep the rant about the confusing relationship with Sunglasses in a separate thing." Phyllis spoke out loud, reading the notebook. Standing up, their curly aqua hair matching the turquoise cover of the notebook. They held the notebook out for a minute, seemingly judging their choice of friends, then gave it back, sitting down.

"Hey! I'm not done with that yet. It's still my first draft and I needed more evidence." Trixie huffed as they grabbed her notebook back. She gazed in the direction of the bookshop, which was located just on the other side of the street as they drank their hot cocoa. It was nice, but not as nice as Mr. Fell's.

"I feel like we're actually stalking people right now, are you sure this is legal?" Phyllis drank their coffee, waving a small 'hello' when Nina passed by. Nina waved back as she began to approach the two teens.

"We're not stalkers! We're detectives!" Trixie muttered, snapping out of her thoughts when Nina began to speak.

"Is there anything you both need?" Nina asked, looking much better than ever.

Phyllis thinks that it's because Nina is no longer dating Lindsay, but they totally did not hear that from the gossip. Good for her.

"Nothing really—" Phyllis replied but was interrupted by Trixie.

"Do you know anything about Mr. Fell's disappearance?" Trixie said, narrowing their eyes as she looked at Nina with a questioning gaze. She admits it's a bit forward of her, but they do act before thinking, the words leaving their mouth before realizing.

"I— It's complicated." Nina avoided their eyes, gazing away for a second as she gave a conflicted stare with a mix of pity and guilt.

The duo gave a look at each other and silently decided not to press her on the issue any further seeing her reaction.

"Um," Trixie looked at the menu. They scanned the board, planning to blurt the first thing that caught their eye. "Some angel cake please." For some reason, it made Nina wince and Trixie felt even guiltier, has she said the wrong thing?

"Right away." Nina quickly replied, and with that, Nina left.

"So," Phyllis started to talk, "..So...,"

"Did I say the wrong thing? I keep saying the wrong things! I messed it all up." Trixie groaned as she hid her face with her hands.

"..It's alright Trix, even I didn't understand what was happening back there." Phyllis tried to comfort Trixie with soothing pats on the back. "We should probably investigate the bookshop first if you really want evidence."