the faintest of smiles appeared on his features, but just as fast as it app- eared, it disappeared. hands fished out the handkerchief from his pocket whilst feet led him towards her. with him placing it within her hands, arms then folded themselves across one another, eyes glued on her fe- atures.
❛ — look at one of the corners, it has a little s y m b o l on it. have you ever seen that before? ❜
why would he be asking her, there’s a chance she would be like him; CLUELESS to where the crest came from and what it MEANS. he should’ve asked around the crime scene first before coming here.
As soon as she saw what he was giving her, even if it was just a lump of white, her heart sank. Fingers that started off stable when she took it started to fumble as she turned it to get a better look at the symbol.
Her mind started to RACE as she examined. If she ran… he would catch her, and even if she managed to get away, it would be the most incriminating thing to do. As would attacking before she did run. Lying would be futile. There was no point. So without looking up spoke in the flattest tone she could muster.
“ I’ve seen a lot of it, actually; it’s mine. ” Her throat was dry, but she didn’t let it affect her voice, “ Where did you get it? ” As if she couldn’t guess, knowing ( if a little ) about Arno’s tendencies.
