[He's too distracted by the torn throat to really care at the moment - the dead man is much more fascinating than some half-dead guy, and he lays him down so he can just think for a moment. How did he end up here? What kind of weapon would tear a throat out? Teeth?]
It's Alfendi, idiot. [He says, with a sneer. He's very, very tired, but he'll stay awake for MURDER.] And sure, I was just about to do that, anyways.
[He proceeds to rifle through Kei's pockets with little regard that the man is dead. This is the worst murder-investigating team ever.]
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[He's too distracted by the torn throat to really care at the moment - the dead man is much more fascinating than some half-dead guy, and he lays him down so he can just think for a moment. How did he end up here? What kind of weapon would tear a throat out? Teeth?]
It's Alfendi, idiot. [He says, with a sneer. He's very, very tired, but he'll stay awake for MURDER.] And sure, I was just about to do that, anyways.
[He proceeds to rifle through Kei's pockets with little regard that the man is dead. This is the worst murder-investigating team ever.]