[ Yamada had never agreed with the sentiment. But perhaps that was just so he didn’t do anything he was good at- he’s spent so long keeping himself small, a wasted little life because it was easier and safer.
Yamada shows a sly smile when Karen is more direct. It’s similar to the one from just before the pancake flip and he does it again- this time in a series of quick, wrist twists that plops them one by one onto a plate. ]
If it sounds like it, it’s because I think it.
[ He’s confident, that’s clear, as he tosses a fork up to come back down, tines holding it up in the centre of the stack. ]
But perhaps I should just take a look. Check your homework, before we submit it.
[Karen smiles a little, amused as she watches the showy way that he flips the pancakes around and then tosses the fork to stick up in the waiting stick. There's definitely a market out there for pancake showmanship. Like the bartenders that do tricks while making a cocktail, only more delicious.
Some of the amusement fades and she sighs, leaning her forehead onto her hand as she watches him.]
It's not homework. It's case research. And thinking that you can do better than the NYPD sounds an awful lot like vigilantism.
[ Yamada holds up one hand, the other putting syrup in Karen's reach. Disagreements are one thing, but pancakes are forever. ]
Ah, I wouldn't got that far... I'm not thinking about cracking any heads. Just... [ The slow-down gesture of his hand changes into a sideways wobble, indicating vagueness. ] A look around. Get some solid proof, so the NYPD actually do something, instead of tipping them off with a half-assed approach.
[ He hasn't show Karen his powers yet, but he is well known for getting anywhere he wants. It's a talent, and getting out of anywhere he wants is a close second. ]
[Karen presses her lips together as she takes the syrup and pours it on the pancakes. She's trying not to take his suggestion personally, because she's pretty sure this is more about an itch to get himself involved. But it's hard not to.]
Look, I'm very grateful you're making me dawn pancakes. But it sounds an awful lot like you're insulting my professional integrity. Half-assed approach? Really? I've been an investigative journalist for years. I have my PI license. I have solid connections in the NYPD because of the work I do with my law firm and The Bulletin. I appreciate that you want to help, but I don't appreciate you insinuating that I don't know how to do my job.
ech, sorry, i could have sworn i replied to this! major deja vu writing the tag
[ Yamada blinks a few time, that deadpan look of his in place until it disappears all at once. The chill veneer is gone as he holds his hands up in a slight flapping motion- he looks like he's asking not to get shot. ]
Not you. [ The temporary crack of his ordinarily so relaxed attitude closes a little. Not entirely, admittedly. He has to quietly clear his throat before speaking in that rumbling, calm avalanche he calls a voice. ] I'm saying that, in my experience, police won't act effectively without hard evidence. If you give them something that's going to get them to poke around, and that is just as likely to tip off who you're after. Not always unintentionally.
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Yamada shows a sly smile when Karen is more direct. It’s similar to the one from just before the pancake flip and he does it again- this time in a series of quick, wrist twists that plops them one by one onto a plate. ]
If it sounds like it, it’s because I think it.
[ He’s confident, that’s clear, as he tosses a fork up to come back down, tines holding it up in the centre of the stack. ]
But perhaps I should just take a look. Check your homework, before we submit it.
[ He can be quite sneaky, when he wants to be. ]
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Some of the amusement fades and she sighs, leaning her forehead onto her hand as she watches him.]
It's not homework. It's case research. And thinking that you can do better than the NYPD sounds an awful lot like vigilantism.
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Ah, I wouldn't got that far... I'm not thinking about cracking any heads. Just... [ The slow-down gesture of his hand changes into a sideways wobble, indicating vagueness. ] A look around. Get some solid proof, so the NYPD actually do something, instead of tipping them off with a half-assed approach.
[ He hasn't show Karen his powers yet, but he is well known for getting anywhere he wants. It's a talent, and getting out of anywhere he wants is a close second. ]
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Look, I'm very grateful you're making me dawn pancakes. But it sounds an awful lot like you're insulting my professional integrity. Half-assed approach? Really? I've been an investigative journalist for years. I have my PI license. I have solid connections in the NYPD because of the work I do with my law firm and The Bulletin. I appreciate that you want to help, but I don't appreciate you insinuating that I don't know how to do my job.
ech, sorry, i could have sworn i replied to this! major deja vu writing the tag
Not you. [ The temporary crack of his ordinarily so relaxed attitude closes a little. Not entirely, admittedly. He has to quietly clear his throat before speaking in that rumbling, calm avalanche he calls a voice. ] I'm saying that, in my experience, police won't act effectively without hard evidence. If you give them something that's going to get them to poke around, and that is just as likely to tip off who you're after. Not always unintentionally.
[ He decides to be extra direct on top of that- ]
Give me a tip, and I'll get undeniable proof.