ScumRock hummed to himself. "Hmm~ Nope! Definitely don't have Any Doggy Treats on Me!" He shook his head, still smiling as widely as ever. "No Idea Why he acted Like That! But anyway-" He picked up the letters and put them on floor, closer to Flick, before backing off himself.
"You aren't scot-free, " Sheriff said, pointing a finger at Rock, "but I'm pretty sure we can delay interrogation until we find Maus, right?"
R.I.P. Stuntel: 1-9-2012Flick slowlay walked towards the letters. As he got closer to Rock, he noticed that his neck hair involuntarily rose up. ...Note to self: Avoid being alone with Rock at ALL costs. He shook his head, then started sniffing the letters. After a few seconds of doing so, he started to randomly walk around the room, continously sniffing the ground while doing so. It was strange; A part of him was trying to process what scent was what, while another was working on full autopilot. Still, it wasn't as bad as before when he literally had no control over his own body. A short while later he slowed down, locking his movement to a much smaller area. His breathing slowed down too, from fast short sniffs to longer, deeper ones. Is... this Maus's scent? I think it is. But... which way did he go? He started to move around in an ellipsis-like pattern, trying to figure out where the scent was the strongest - and thus, which way Maus went. Then, suddenly he started heading towards the door, apparently having found something.
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Tee hee hee.Maus wakes up from his nap, hungry again and still tired. He looks at the clock on his bedside table. Has enough time passed? Would someone have seen his note yet? No harm in taking a look while he looks or a place to eat a nice, big meal. He pulls his hat over his face as he navigates the city. All the pockets in his coat and overalls are full of coins. When he reaches the building, he hesitates. An ambush might be waiting for him inside. But if they really want to help him— Maybe he didn't think this all the way through. Maus smacks himself and tries to think.
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