Lupin, the one and only gentleman thief, was lounging on a park bench after an eventful escape from La Santé. He still could hardly believe he had managed to dupe poor Inspector Ganimard, as well as everyone at his trial so badly. Of course, he was never one to take a risk without calculating it beforehand, but if he could manage to trick the judges into thinking Desiré Baudru was him, if only briefly, who knew what else he could get away with?

Shifting his position slightly so that one leg was crossed over the other, he could barely suppress a childish giggle. This whole situation was simply too hilarious, especially since… why, there was Ganimard now! Biting his inner lip to keep himself from bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, he focused his attention on the matter at hand, doing his best to calculate how much of a risk it was to continue sitting here. The old inspector seemed exhausted, but he was quite the determined man when he wanted to be.

Slumping down next to Lupin on the bench, Ganimard seemingly did not recognize him at all. It had been some time since he had last made sure his disguise was in order, but Lupin had confidence he could keep up the act for a good while longer. After all, with his messy hair, tweed jacket, and fake beard, he very much resembled Desiré himself at the moment, the man who had just been set free after he had agreed to be framed for Lupin’s crimes.

As the light breeze ruffled his collar, Lupin couldn’t help but watch, and see what would happen. It would be such a treat to see how long it took for Ganimard to recognize him, if he did at all. At any rate, the sheer amount of amusement Lupin hoped to get out of this, would be well worth it.

“Ah, what has brought you here, inspector? Surely you are not here to arrest me again. The court did free me, after all.” Lupin teased, deciding to test his luck by engaging in conversation with the oblivious inspector.