Sootopolise
-Kyary is currently scouting with her camera, thinking on what kind of article she'd write about this week, when suddenly....Jason was there. Jumping out of the bushes, she and her Aromatisse, Pon Pon, held up a hand in front of him.-
Kyary: Excuse me! That hat of yours is dynamite, out of sight, hip hop fresh stop!
-She snaps her fingers with every syllable-
Kyary: You are the cream of the crop, the tip of the top. I NEED to get a picture! That hat of yours is to DIE FOR!
-Kyary currently wore...well, a black and white polka dot dress with large red bows, pooft sleeves, and a big black bow in her hair, along with tights and platform shoes. She also had red rimmed glasses on.-
Kyary: I'm a fashion journalist, and honey baby, you are top of the charts!
-Pon Pon did a sassy hip tilt to the right with her trainer.-
Dab for me.Sootopolis
-Kyary giggles as Jason fell back.-
Kyary: Heh...sorry about that...just love your style...could I get a few photos?
-The seemingly harmless girl then glanced up to Tesse, and rolled her eyes, pushing her hip outwards to rest her hand on it.-
Kyary: All's fair in journalism, honey.
-She pulled out a business card.-
K: Kyary Pamu. Head Journalist for Hot Stop Poke-Shots magazine. And what about you?
Dab for me.Hotel
They walk down the corridor until they reach a plain, white door.
Cleo: Here we are, little man~ Behind this door is where we keep one of our databases for our clientele.
She swipes the key card in the door as it beeps open.
Cleo: Bon
She pushes the door open and walks inside.
Cleo: So, who's records did you want to scour again?
I'm having to learn to pay the price

Sootopolis
The Braviary snorts.
<Braviary: I am. Special Agent Cartwright, with the ABI.>
<Hawlucha: That's the Avian Bureau of Investigation, amigo.>