PrincessBunnyRose66

Detectivity 8-Deep Ends A certain red haired boy currently walks back and forth across the wooden floor. Pacing, he calls it. Every few seconds, he pounds his fist into his palm, before shaking his head and continuing. I would tell him to stop, but there's no point. This case is perplexing enough, without his constant footsteps thundering across the room. I look at my papers for a while, before I give up. My concentration is strained to the maximum. "Plus! How long are you going to do that?" I shout to him. He stops mid pace, then looks at me. "Sorry Minus, I was just, ya know, deep in thought! Trying to piece together information." "Wel