The Lieutenant was tapping his foot on the floor impatiently, his eyebrow quirked even higher with the prisoner's question. He let out dully after a second of consideration, "Jiro Taiyouji, Itto Kaii... but I like how everyone calls me 'the Lieutenant' here... might just go with that," he added afterwards, "sorry for not being able to remember your name..."
Jiro turned his sight at a guard, standing by the wall opposite of the prisoner's cell, right next to a metal door. The guard looked as bored as Jiro, he nearly hopped where he stood with surprise once Jiro addressed him, "Where's the one who's supposed to deal with this?"
The guard straightened himself then saluted before speaking up with a high pitched stutter, "I-I don't know, but he's informed, sir!"
This act felt always strange to Jiro; their pilots would never be as disciplined as these guards standing watch by the doors all day long. "It ain't polite to be letting your guests wait, ya know..."
Just as he was finishing his sentence, the metal door opened to let a very short, plump bellied man step in. If it was not for his bushy eyebrows and a thin strip of a moustache right above his lips, you'd think he's a child with his smooth skin and his small eyes behind his oval glasses. In his arms, he was carrying dossiers and papers, piled up all the way up to his small chin.
The guards let out a salute as the newcomer dragged his feet across the corridor to leave the dossiers on a table which was conveniently placed a step further to the prisoner's cell.
Short man's eyes went between the prisoner and Jiro once, slowly, he stood by them and the silence elongated. He finally said, taking his time between the words, "This is... Unit Gaikotsu... of the Tokubetsukeisatsutai... You must be..." he cleared his throat, "Taiyouji-san..." It was as if he was thinking to find the proper words after each one, with a small and annoying pause every once in a while.
Jiro let out a surprised frown, trying to make sense of this character. Gaikotsu allowed the silence to elongate further, until Jiro gave up and started with a stutter, "U-uh... Yeah... Are you the one who'll take care of this case, Tokkeitai-san?"
Gaikotsu turned his sight to the prisoner. He pushed his glasses further up his nose as he locked his eyes on the prisoner with an unwavering indifference, "That... I am..."
