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North walks along the streets of Germany, to visit his good friend (enemy) police man Gesicht. Gesicht was just doing is usual patrolling. Unusually though, he doesn't have any big ass fucking mission to attend to this week, or month? to play detective to.
Gesicht's talking to a police man, both outside their open police cars on the street. He's just asking the general questions : ).
North finally reached Gesicht, and firmly slapped his hand and gripped on the detective's shoulder.
"Hello there, Gesicht. Want to listen to a recording I made for you?" He smilled : ).
Gesicht replied, "Oh- well- I'm gladly able to listen to your recording, since as of now I'm not busy with work, haha."
"No work this week? Lucky you."
"Europol reported to me that there isn't any for this week; since I've done all of the missions this week. Quite the rare occurance."
"You're extra lucky I wasn't there. I would'a sabotaged your shit and it'd taken 10 (weeks) to finish, ey?" North raised his hands right to his eye level like he was caught by the police but shy.
“A-ah anyways, what’s the recording you were going to show me? I would love to hear it.”
“Right.”
North plays the recording... He plays it in an old recorder, like back in the old days (not even military grade or anything modern in PLUTO's time, just even not modern in our standards it looks like those analogue multi meters without the turny thingies and shit on the bottom.)
...
“FUCK YOU BITCH. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU AT NIGHT, IN YOUR TINY LITTLE WHITE BED. ALONE. WITHOUT YOUR FUCKING WIFE. FUCK YOU.” All said in North's voice : )
(More old timey sounding since yk... ITS RECORDED ON OLD MUSTY CRUSTY ANCIENT ASS TECHNOLOGY)
...
“How’d you like it?”
“...”
“Love you, police man 🩷.” He slaps Gesicht’s back hard, like a good comrade : ) (He’s traumatized in war.)
He leaves with no elaborating.
Fin : )