{And I'm so into you but I'm way too smart for you} [Action]

[stalking_horse]

[Guess who is sitting downstairs in the kitchen! Yep, a certain detective is back among the "living", tea in one hand, pocketwatch in the other, casting evil glances between it and the window. A good-sized gyrfalcon is preening calmly on a nearby table next to a falconry gauntlet, unbothered by anything.]

[He also seems to be half-awake and not entirely with it yet, although he's staring at his pocketwatch as if some major problem is eluding him and it's somehow focused on the clock.]

[He also has absolutely no clue what horrors are about to unfold.]


[Please, bother the detective.]


{{OOC Note: He's been hit by #3, multi-target. It's not a strong enough dose for him to start sounding like a bad novel, but it is enough for him to get ... well, obnoxious one way or another.}}