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Though exhaustion racked her body, Walnut would keep her little legs carrying her higher and higher. Up flight after flight of stairs, the junior detective would chase the phantom thief however far she needed to. Though her legs burned and her hair was a mess with sweat and rushing wind, she'd continue pushing her body to its absolute limits. It's only at the top of the building, slamming the door open with so much force that her wrist hurt, that she'd be face to face with the thief that had caused her so much turmoil.
Taking slow steps towards the phantom that towered over her, Walnut was met with not the egotistical smirk that she was typically shown... but rather, the criminal looked down at her with... concern. No, it was pity. Something she did not need. With a small growl, the little one would hold out her magnifying glass as if it were a meaningful weapon.
"It's over, Phantom Bleu!" She'd shout out between pants, trying to catch her breath as Roguefort would do little more than stare at her. It made Wal feel weak... or was that the lack of sleep and skipped snack times? "Give up! Just- give it up already! Whatever you stole this time!! Give it back!"
Even if there was nowhere to run, nowhere to escape, Roguefort would simply back away. Nothing sudden, simply turning away and walking towards the edge of the rooftop. It's impossible to tell what in the world they were thinking, but Walnut was not having any of it. She'd run up and grab their cape, pulling on it with all the strength of an angry puppy while she was dragged to the end of the roof. "Are you even- are you listening to me!? Hey!! I've caught you!!" The lack of meaningful attention was more than frustrating. Absolutely infuriating.
Gazing across the city skyline, Rogue would hold the shoulder of their cape to make sure it wasn't dragged off by the junior trying to pull it off of them. "When was the last time you cared for yourself?" They asked lightly, as if the one they were inquiring about wasn't trying to tear off their disguise. They would only receive a huff from the investigator, prompting a guilty hum. "It seems that commissioner has kept less track of you than I thought. With such sunken eyes... a gemstone without its sheen... it looks sad, doesn't it?"
"Stop saying weird things and let me catch you!!" Walnut would snip, though would be only met with the phantom setting a hand on her hat. It didn't matter that Almond wasn't 'keeping track' of her, she didn't need it! She didn't need to be treated like something so small! She'd try to keep her headgear from being taken off, clamoring to keep a hold of it, but her strength certainly wasn't helped by how much her limbs felt like melted jelly... maybe all that running did a number on her- more than the skipped lunches and the notebooks full of tracking clues.
Roguefort would sigh, letting Walnut keep the hat in her hands as they simply set a hand on the top of the little one's head and murmured some spell beneath the moonlight. All the struggling would slow, eyes drooping as the little investigator would slump over, using Rogue's cape now as a blanket to lay on.
"...and I had not even stolen yet on this night." They'd mumble, looking down at the slumbering young one with a soft gaze. "I suppose if your other relatives are too busy to care for you in your most obsessive state... perhaps a break from my antics is in order."