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He didn't question the girl's sense of personal space, not really bothered, he was more bothered on if she did anything to his favorite... Uh... Junk that he couldn't remember the name of. "You break anything, you're paying for repairs and- Yeowch!"

"Just let a man read his collection in peace..." He grumbled as she came closer, growing as she trod on his possessions. "You wanna rifle through my pockets, fine, just be careful what you grab; I don't want to be reporting you to the police..."

"Hey, what about that says illegal?!" Says the guy who is clearly not a law-abiding citizen, as handcuffs, cleaning bottles, one boxing glove and a pair of socks.

At random, Torian began to pull objects from his coat, fully showing the girl how deep and magically spacious it was when a lamp was taken from the depths and placed on the ground along with a chair leg, some 'special' magazines, a helmet and a stuffed animal.

"First off, work on your attitude, or you'll only get scorn from me, little missy" He said sternly as he dipped his hand into his deep, deep pockets, rumaging through many things. "What does it look like? Or feel like?"

"Did I?" Torian frowned, leaning against the wall for support as he scratched his head "Was somthing important on it? I don't remember..." He looked to his coat pocket, pulling it wide open, wondering if a little girl could fit in there...

Playing up the clumsy act, her sudden cry for attention drew Torina away from walking right and he certainly just happened to trip into a private place with no witnesses "Who said that?" He groaned as he rubbed his head lightly "What do you want?"

He resisted smiling a little, he always liked to hear rumors abound, though they just made him wish he was a secret agent; they were awesome! Selling his act as the bottom of his coat caught the back of his feet, causing him to 'trip' forward awkwardly as he passed the lone girl.

"Ah, the whole lead down the alley routine. If only I had a midget..." He pats Helen on the shoulder, pulling her into a mini side hug and wonders off, as he passes the school children he intentionally looks around as if he was paranoid about someone following him, his hands hiding something...

"You're saying that like pulling a random schoolgirl from a group WON'T look suspicious as all hell"

"There's always qualms, but as long as you have enough baking soda-" At her final comment Torian froze, slowly doing a double take at Helen, even pulling forward his shades to squint at her. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Ah, good to see you don't have many qualms about the knee cap breaking. Most of my previous acom- friends look at me strangely when I mention that. We are friends, aren't we Helen?" He crossed his arms and smiled at her.

"Well, I'm assuming she'll be consistent and come to your house. Maybe put up a few camera's, catch her in the act, break a few knee caps and then blackmail the truth out of her" His more criminal side came to mind as he recited this

Torian tapped his fingers against his chin, humming as he thought. "So, yeah, either you have a twin doing some snuff movies, or... Well. Much more worrying as the girl breaking into your house after hours and watching you sleep"

Torian let out a sigh before putting it quite, quite simply for her despite how odd it sounded for anyone. "Your house, your bathroom, your sleeping bedroom and- Oh yeah, your corpse. Did you do a movie recently or let a school girl watch you while you're sleeping by any chance?"

"Ah, you vixen, you" He took the opportunity to try and put his hand on her own, softly tugging her over to a more private spot while glancing over his shoulder. "So, I looked at all those files..." Then he fell to quiet, letting the implication hang in air for dramatic effect as he leaned in...

When the manager moved away, Torian took his chance to start putting some meters between him and the door, following in Helen's general direction as he crept past, stripping himself of his coat and pushing it over his shoulder to make himself less recognizable When finding Helen, he'd have a...

Torian took in the tape with intrigue, noting down the location and reminding himself to ask about anything pertaining to the incident later, maybe looking into if any of the citizens were here. He had to say, he was interested, though not obsessed like the girl was, just curious. He copied some...

"Oh. That." Torian squinted a bit, he could kind of see the appeal. As he went through the folders, he let out a few hums of intrigue on the clear, organized and calculated stalking of dear Helen. On one hand, bad for Helen, on the other hand, he had to admit he was impressed at the skill and...

"You never know when you have that one drunk night you don't remember" In went the lockpick, a few twists tot he left, few twists to the right, and- Booyah! The lock loosened and Torian caught it in his hand, pushing open the door easily. "Ah, criminal values wins every time" He looked about the...