Characters: Ryo, Dee, OFC.
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo visit the home of a witness to a recent crime.
Written For: Challenge 333: Amnesty at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 298: Cat.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
“I thought you liked cats,” Ryo teased as he and Dee headed downstairs. They were canvassing for witnesses to an armed robbery at a convenience store across the street and had just spent the last half hour sitting in an elderly lady’s apartment, drinking tea, and getting a quite detailed description of the thieves and their vehicle. Whether any of it was accurate was anybody’s guess, but so far what she’d told them was the closest thing they had to a lead.
“That wasn’t a cat,” Dee said, continuing to pluck long orange hairs off the front of his pants. “It was a furry cushion with legs.” Miss Dobey’s pet had taken a liking to Dee, curling up in his lap and rumbling like a truck engine. “Think she dyes it to match her hair?”
“More likely she dyes her hair to match the cat.”
“Or both, to match the décor. I’ve never seen so much orange in my life.” Dee shot Ryo a look. “Maybe it’s protective camouflage. If she stood against the wall and kept real still, no one would see her.”
Ryo bit back a laugh. “That’s a little unkind.”
“Orange hair, orange fake tan, orange sofa and chairs, orange pantsuit, wallpaper with those big ass orange flowers all over it, orange carpets, fat, fluffy orange cat… How she doesn’t trip over the damn thing I have no idea.”
“Thought you said it wasn’t a cat. Anyway, I got the feeling Clementine doesn’t spend much time on the floor.”
“Even the cat’s name is a kind of orange!”
This time Ryo did laugh. “So she’s an eccentric old lady who really likes orange. Maybe it cheers her up. She said herself that she doesn’t have any family and she never gets visitors; it can’t be easy, living alone at her age, with only her cat for company.”
“I guess. Maybe that’s why she spends so much time lookin’ outta her window.”
“Lucky for us that she does; it might mean we’ve finally caught a break on this case.”
“Yeah. Let’s get this gang before they strike again.”