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A stalker -- this would refer to a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.
A kidnapper -- a person who abducts someone and holds them captive, typically to obtain a ransom.
It is important to take note of these two words and the respective descriptions given to them, and to always remember that these two terms are one of the main pillars that build Shinkotsune Risuko as a character.
"Takumi." Entering the food pantry, the head chef of the fairly renowned Trattoria Aldini finds himself blinking from disbelief at the sight that greeted him. The said boy -- who stood not far from his father -- imediately responded to his call, taking placid steps towards the midle-aged man's current location, peeking his head inside the pantry. As he did so, the blonde male mirrored his parent's current expression.
"Just why is there a teenager tied up in here?"
Surely, if you had been reading this amateur written book since the beginning, we do not need to have much wonder.
"Give me a minute, Tou-san." Upon saying so, the younger Aldini stomped his way out of the pantry, making a beeline towards the kitchen. The moment he caught sight of a certain raven-haired girl who was currently engaged with whisking eggs on a fairly large bowl, Takumi immediately ceased Risuko by the arm before dragging her out of the kitchen.
"You are coming with me."
The young stalker stared at the biracial male with a midly confused expression, keeping up with the taller teen's long strides. Breaking out into a grin, her always ludic self decided to remark. "You're not taking me to a garden of flowers and butterflies with an extravagant fountain to confess your feelings, are you~?"
"No!" The denial slipped past the golden-haired boy's lips in a heartbeat. Pushing the ebony haired Totsuki student inside the pantry, he pointed at the seventeen-year-old male binded with ropes inside the room -- the poor innocent teen mumbling a few muffled pleas from behind his ducktaped mouth. "Explain this."
"This is the embodiment of a handsome creature I couldn't resist the temptation of hitting by a baseball bat and tying up." Risuko proudly claimed, showing off her pearly whites as she lifted her chin high.
"I swear, you'll end up in jail one day!" Takumi pinched the bridge of his nose, letting a sigh escape his thin lips as irk marks grew from his features.
"Who said I wasn't stuck in jail before?"
A concerning comment, it was.
"I --" The boy with flaxen hair raises a finger to further question Risuko, but decided he would rather not learn just how on earth did she land a trip in the police box. Instead, Takumi breathes out a heavy sigh before stating.
