[ juno is not a criminal. he goes after crime, he doesn't commit it (or at least he tries not to). but in this case the tables are turned and right now he's pressed up against a narrow alley trying to catch his breath. he was never really great at this cardio thing, which makes him wonder just why he decided to become a detective in the first goddamn place if it involved so much running.
he hears panicked footsteps just beyond the mouth of the alley, someone with a flash of blue hair stopping a moment also clutching a package. he's never seen him around before, but the way he's looking for a place to go tells juno just about enough. he reaches out from the alley and if possible, snags him into the narrow, shadowy space just as the old olympian guards come rushing buy, still in hot pursuit. ]
Give it a break, guys, [ he mutters before glancing back at the kid he's just grabbed. ] You looking for a way out too?
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he hears panicked footsteps just beyond the mouth of the alley, someone with a flash of blue hair stopping a moment also clutching a package. he's never seen him around before, but the way he's looking for a place to go tells juno just about enough. he reaches out from the alley and if possible, snags him into the narrow, shadowy space just as the old olympian guards come rushing buy, still in hot pursuit. ]
Give it a break, guys, [ he mutters before glancing back at the kid he's just grabbed. ] You looking for a way out too?