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Sel coughed as she stumbled into the restaurant. The atmosphere seemed oddly hot and muggy to her. She squinted around at all the customers, hoping to see a magenta suit and a frilly cravat.
Her eyes settled on the slightly miffed-looking prosecutor picking at a plate of cold... something. Her heart beat faster as she cut a hasty path across to the prosecutor. She'd wanted to meet this man ever since she'd first seen him on TV three years ago... And here he was.
Just as she was about to reach him, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
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"They're not pets, they're investigation machines!" protested Sel, struggling against the grip.
"Oh really?" asked the waitress, unimpressed. The fluff sneezed again, expelling another cloud of fingerprinting dust. The waitress flinched, flinging her plates up into the air, then managing to catch them again skillfully.
"No pets!" she said more firmly. Sel looked over at the prosecutor hopefully, wondering if he'd seen.
((...ilu Hobo heart ))