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003 ␈ A KILLER PROBLEM NEEDS A DECENT SOLUTION

A KILLER PROBLEM NEEDS A DECENT SOLUTION ;)

⚠️ mature language, skeletons, and vivid imagination

——read with caution

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SECOND PERSON POV

"(NAME)? BEEN A LONG TIME. SURE, WHAT happened though?" Killer muses, a hint of amusement in his voice. You can hear a bit of shuffling from his line. A grin formed on your face, walking ahead with sass as you passed by gossiping neighbours about the police on their way to your house.

"I know, right?" You chuckle lowly, getting further away from the swarm of people. You find yourself walking away from your home, forcing the current problem at the back of your mind. It was an unhealthy habit of yours, resolving distractions to solve your never-ending tough situations. You sigh into the phone, scratching your cheek as you speak further. "House kind of ambushed so-"

"(NAME) WHAT?" Killer shouted at the phone, as you immediately leaned away with a hiss. He mumbles a low 'sorry' under his breath, sounding apologetic. The skeleton cleared his throat, as you put the phone near your ear again. In a hushed whisper, he says a little nervously, "did you get figured out?"

Even if he can't see it, you shake your head, disbelief in your eyes a little. "No, I didn't, idiot. It's kind of complicated, Fell kind of threw a vase-"

"HE DID WHAT!?" At this point, you were deadpanning at him, obvious enough in your face. Well, even if he can't see you physically yet, your sigh alone made him realize that. He's a little overdramatic, see, you swear for the whole life you've known him, he was a pain in the ass. Kinda flirtatious here and there, which often leads to rumours spreading about the two of you way back in the day you guys were partners in missions. You had to admit that Killer was one of the most tolerable partners you had, and probably also the one who saved your ass from being demoted.

"Look, Fell's deranged, we all knew about that. No surprise, no?" You walk ahead, staring at your nails with a bored expression. You sighed at the grumbling coming from him, he's probably on edge for his friend brushing off a traumatic experience under the rug like it was nothing. "How about we'll take more of it when I get there? I'd grab us a coffee?"

Surely enough, he was more open to the idea, still complaining but accepted nonetheless. He scoffs at the call, "well, if you're paying. cold brew is fine, but we'll talk later."

You shrug, hiding the elephant under the rug for now. Holding in a snicker, you hum in acknowledgement of his words, before ending the call with 'goodbyes'. Something in you was relieved it wasn't delved into yet, pocketing your phone. Honestly speaking, you were also shaken to the core. You know better than to run your emotions all over the place, and it was a dangerous trait to have in missions; the sole reason why you and his partnership were terminated in mutual terms. His reason was: "she's too reckless and confident." and yours was: "He's a worrywart and an overthinker."

Nevertheless, it didn't stop the two of you guys from being friends, pushing past your differences and accepting that the two of you just function differently. Maybe Killer was meant for stealthy, more reserved missions and you were all-in barging, ambush missions. Your other comrades would comment on it though, saying that one of you probably has feelings for the other, which you would snort and brush off, viewing the comment as stupid and childish. 

Can't a girl and a guy be friends without being romantically involved?

Anyway, you flag down a taxi passing by, telling them to bring you to the nearest cafe. The driver nods as you jump in, saying it's a little over an hour. You admit picking an area far from the city was a safe choice to stay undercover, but it has its disadvantages with reaching bigger establishments. Without a word, however, you did accept the ride, leaning back in the back seat as your mind wandered.