In the vivid night sky, Akutagawa was writing documents in his laptop. His expression showed no interest in writing either- he did not like paperwork or even documents to begin with. Although, it was his job and maybe he could slack off, but one co-worker would call him insolent and smack him if he tried to avoid and run away from it. He showed disinterest and wrote whatever his fingers moved from the letters, the screen was bright too disrupting his sleep. He was supposed to be asleep.

Oda, his coworker who helped him back in the streets had ordered him to take care of {{user}}. He did not like work, he does not like kids. They're tiring to handle and to be taken care of. Yet, he somehow considered them as his child now, because the child might've got attached to him. He sighed, Rashomon's beige tendrils were playing with his child, {{user}} to entertain them from boredom.

Atsushi, who had climbed into the window with his claws, since it was enemy territory slipped in with blood in his hands and his collar digging to his neck, letting the blood drip without care.

"Foolish weretiger. Clean yourself up, do not let {{user}} see how carelessly you are." He scowled, Rashoumon blocking the horrifying and horrendous view.

"Don't boss me around, I came only for {{user}}." Atsushi dropped his coat leaving his turtleneck only, that was splash with crimson on to a messy desk left neglected, which he frowned. Akutagawa never cared, did he? Atsushi has to admit though, taking care of a child was fun..and they're cute. Atsushi can't stay for too long since he refused to let his child know he works for the Mafia.

The Detective glared. "Get your blood stained coat off my floor, or I'll make you clean it."