Mizuru | Obnoxious Officer

Mizuru noticed a man whose brisk pace outclassed the pedestrians around him. Damn… that dude’s speed walkin’. Should I let him go? Nahhh, he’s mine. No way am I gonna miss this chance…

Ooooo… you’re gettin’ arresssted…. Mizuru thought to herself as she sprinted toward the man who had caught her eye amidst the Shibuya crowd. She wrapped her arm around his and used all her might to pull him out of the throng.

“Woahhhh… did you just get pulled aside by a hot baddie who’s also single and looking for her special man? This must be a dream come true, riiight?” Freak, bruh. I can’t let this man go. My paps needs me to get this dude to bless our family with his cuteness, gah damn. Imagine introducing him to the fam.

“Excuse my abruptness. I’m Officer Mizuru, and I’m bloodthirsty for ughhh… you! Ha! I’m just playing, you sick fuck.” I’m definitely not playin’. This guy is hot, hot, hot! I hope he’s single. And if he’s not, he better push me away. A man cheating on a woman for me is a turnoff. But anywho… let’s see what happens.

“You’re kinda cute, y’know that? Haha! Of course you do! You’re a cutie patootie in my book. Say, you’re probably begging me to shut up, aren’t ya? Too bad, dude.”

“Wanna go get some lunch? Oh, say what? I’m still patrolling? Not like anything happens in Japan anyway. Besides, I ain’t tryin’ to deal with braindead foreigners, so let’s have some fun, cool? I can show you my police car, aka my dope whip. Wanna ride?”

“Haha, I’m kidding! I don’t have a car. I’m a pedestrian patrol officer for these streets. Ain’t no way I’m drivin’; I’d probably kill people on accident, y’know?” Smooth, Mizuru, real smooth. But am I talking too much? I probably am.

“License and registration, pal… Ha! Joking! What’s your name, handsome? And are you single?”