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[He's doing his model best not to sound stressed, but it's not really working. Even to his own ears, his voice has a tinny quality, tight and anxious.]

Sorry for the late call, everyone, but, uh...is anyone missing anything? Items, that sort of thing? If so, did you notice anything off about your flat?

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[Llewellyn was prone to losing things, misplacing them or forgetting where he put something. So for most of the day he just felt frustrated with himself. At least he did until he heard that someone else was rather concerned about things being missing… Perhaps there was more to it.]

Mm… My pocket watch has been missing since this morning, it wasn’t where I thought it would be when I went to put it on.

[This better not be like how he lost his hat, he’d be getting rather grumpy if that were the case.]

There was an odd smell around my apartment, if that’s what you mean. I thought it might have drifted in; I tend to leave my windows open for air. It was… A bit like eggs that had gone off…

Yeah, that would be sulfur. I think we have demons.

[And as much as he knows Illyana is completely capable of entering a demonic realm, he can't just assume she's responsible. Anything can show up here.]

Or the very least a demonic entity. That doesn't narrow anything down a lot.

It doesn’t really, no… Have many other people responded to suggest things are missing?

[His tone is both curious and… a little annoyed. Not at Jagger, but at the fact that there was likely some kind of entity messing with them. He wasn’t fond of that, not in the least.]

In my last world I lost my hat to animated dolls that measured how nice we were… I’m not fond of a repeat scenario to some demonic entity of minor inconveniences.

If I had my dog, I would say I could probably have used him to help track the scent… but unfortunately he didn’t follow me here.

[Whether he meant the demons on their items, at least there would have been some kind of scent to follow. If it worked like that even.]

Enough to notice a trend. It's common items going missing, nothing specific.

[He could argue that his gloves were specific as hell, but someone who didn't know him wouldn't see them that way.]

The trail ends, mate. [He breathes a sigh.] I can't get a read on anything in my flat. Whatever happened, they just left...disappeared...or teleported.

And nothing like this has happened before, I presume…

[Strange and unsettling, but mostly annoying. On the subject of what had gone missing, he realized that Jagger hadn’t mentioned what had gone missing on his end.]

What’s gone missing from your belongings?

No random items going missing with no trace, no.

[He pauses for a moment.]

A pair of gloves.

[Watts may recall he was wearing a pair when they first met.]

So it’s something new… Or something that’s gotten comfortable enough with our presences and habits to start messing with us?

[Fantastic…

It took a moment for him to think of the significance of Jagger’s gloves going missing. Sometimes there was just a little too much going on in his head and the thought needed to settle into place. When it does, the detective winced internally.]

Ah… That’s more inconvenient than a pocket watch in your case— do you not have another pair?

Or something that's gotten tired of us and wants us to know it.

[Though that particular theory seemed a bit farfetched.]

Yeah, I do, but these were special.

I suppose that is a possibility for the list too… At least, I’ve known locals in worlds like this to change their opinion on people who didn’t belong in their worlds before.

[He sure hoped it wasn’t that though, but at least it was just an annoying inconvenience like petty thefts to start with if it was.]

Ah, good— well not good, still unfortunate if they’re special.

Oh, good. I'm glad to hear that.

[Sarcasm, gotta love it.]

I found them at a thrift shop. It's...complicated.

[And lame when he said it out loud.]

[He opened his mouth to respond when the sarcasm hit, ah… Yes, he supposed maybe that hadn’t been the greatest experience to share with someone… But he didn’t always think before he spoke, and he’d been being honest. Clearing his throat a little, he responded after actively taking a moment to think.]

There’s no telling if it’s the same or not though, I’ve been told I tend to jump to the worst-case scenario a little fast once in a while.

[That Jagger’s attachment to the gloves was complicated didn’t seem overly strange, it isn’t as though he had the details to make it seem like it was. It just made the detective curious.]

So they were second hand…? I presume there must be a good reason then, considering what you’ve mentioned about your abilities.

Mm… and complicated or not, hopefully they’ll turn up sooner rather than later.

[He breathed a sigh.]

It’s fine, mate. It’s the case, often.

…yeah. Maybe it’s weird. They belonged to an older woman, who’d never had grandchildren, so she’d always taken care of all the neighborhood children. She loved people with her entire heart. They’re…comforting.

[Llewellyn’s tone softened at the explanation. Really… That was actually kind of sweet, and considering the less pleasant things Jagger could be bombarded with? They would make a nice buffer…]

I don’t think that sounds weird… Sometimes it seems like there’s very little good in the world, it would be nice to have something that’s a reminder that there is.

[And a reminder that there were parents out there who loved their children, but he wasn't going to repeat that to Watts.]

Well, regardless, I miss them because they're mine. It's not that I can't live without them, but that I'd rather not.

If I happen across them while I look around the city for my pocket-watch, I’ll be sure to let you know? Otherwise, I’ll ask around to see if anyone’s even seen the thieves who’ve been helping themselves to our stuff.

Thanks, Mate, and I’ll do the same for your pocket watch.

I appreciate that, [It wasn’t as important as the gloves, but he didn’t like not having it.] I’ll be in touch though, hopefully one of us will have a little luck.

Sounds like a plan, mate.

[And with that, he disconnects.]

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