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"I swear, their presentation only gets better with age."
"I wouldn't expect anything less from someone taught by the infamous 'Phantom Thief' themself!"
"Oh, come now, they wouldn't be so precise if it weren't for your influence!"
"Don't flatter me, Bleu... you know that they picked that up without my help."
Laughing to each other, the two beloveds would watch their child's heist as it was broadcasted over most news networks. The notorious Specter Brew- which the two knew as their dearest child Cream Cheese Tea- was back to their usual antics. Stealing bundles if not entire bags from those richer than their own blue blood. At this time, a shaking camera was pointed towards the top of a building, which was surrounded by helicopters and flashing police lights in the dead of night.
Roguefort grinned at such a familiar sight, though Grey was just a smidge nervous. "Are they going to pull that trick that always gives me a scare?" The hotelier would murmur, picking up and pouring from the teapot in the little set that the both of them had set up just to watch this occasion. Cream Cheese Tea always did plan things far ahead of schedule, just like their father. "It never gets old." Rogue would respond with a soft chuckle.
The guardian would pick up their cup, only to set it down and lean closer to the television. "Oh, oh! There they go!" They cheered, watching as their child flamboyantly fell forward, tossing their fluff-coated hat into the air, only to have it even out and act as a parachute for them to fly away with. The crowd and reporters seemed to go wild at the sight, as Roguefort swiftly turned down the volume. "So noisy, those reporters are..."
"That's..." Earl would watch in awe as he watched his child almost literally fly away from danger with bags of money slung over their back... Before turning to his partner with a relieved smile. "I was wondering what you two were doing with my spare fabrics and sewing materials! You two always never cease to amaze!" The two would find each other's eyes, distracted for a moment by the gaze of one another. "It was their idea," Roguefort would joyfully explain, "I simply helped with putting the pieces together! Quite the pleasant surprise, isn't it?"
"A surprise it certainly is!"
"Then it seems Cheesy and I have certainly succeeded."
Grey would lean over the table, as uncouth as it was, and nuzzled against Roguefort. A motion that was full of warmth and adoration. "You and Cheesy never fail to impress me, no matter how mild or extravagant you two act day by day."
The affection, though, would quickly be cut short as whatever nameless reporter on the broadcast would pipe up. Though it was quieter, the one on the broadcast could certainly be heard. One of the helicopters was flying towards the extravagant swiper, with someone even going so far as to lean out of the plane in an attempt to catch the deviant. "Hah! Do they really think that-" Roguefort would sound cocky, but was shortly cut from their words as they and Grey would bear witness to a shocking turn of events. The parachute would get caught in the helicopter blades, and to escape both the reaching hands and the blades above- Specter Brew would let go of their safety and let themself go plummeting.
Grey stood up in shock, not caring for the chair that was knocked over behind them. "DEAR STARS, WHAT ARE THEY DOING?!" An audible whine from the hotelier would tear itself from his throat as he felt Rogue's hand on his shoulder. He was shaking, something that brought a grimace from a... now all too serious thief.
"We... Should go find them. They should survive the landing, but afterward... those authorities..." That sentence didn't need to be finished. Taking hold and gripping tight on Roguefort's unoccupied hand, the hotelier would furrow his brow in deep-seated, despair-ridden worry. "Let's- Let's h-hurry..."