Who Dun It?

Clementine sat in the cold, dim room. His chair was uncomfortable but he tried not to let it get to him. He glared up at the interrogator from his seat, handcuffed and nervous. His eyebrow twitched as he quickly looked away from the eyes looking into his own.

"Now, you're gonna talk, or I'm going to make you talk, got it bunny? Your friends aren't safe from this either.

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"What do you want from me?" Wisteria glared up at the person in front of the table.

A jar was set on the table, a few beetles climbing around inside, "I trust you know what these are?"

She hesitated for a moment, "They're...they're dermestid beetles. What's it to you?"

"Can you tell me why I found these ones at the scene of the crime?"

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Foxglove smiled, hands clasped and sitting on the table, they knew if anyone had to keep their cool, it might as well be them.

"You know why I'm here."

They chuckled, "I don't know what you could mean."

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Clementine watched as the other turned away from him and quickly launched himself out of the chair. He kicked the chair up at his captor and started running.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!"

A loud thud could be heard outside of the room as the pair collided with each other.

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"I'm not telling you anything!"

A hand slammed into the table, "I know you were there, but that doesn't mean you did it. If you just give up whoever did it, we'll just ignore all the evidence of you being an accomplice. No plea deals, scott free."

"I'd rather choke."

"I'm going to strangle you-"

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"I'm just going to leave the room now, you can't actually prove I had anything to do with it. The other two are playing Uno at my place, why don't you go ask them about it, hm?"

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Clementine sat against the car window, slumped low in his seat so he didn't have to hunch. He had tissues in his nose and was pinching the bridge of it.

Wisteria shook her head, "This whole thing was dramatic, but did you two really have to escalate it?"

"It's kind of funny though," Foxglove chuckled from the passenger's seat.

Passion leaned against the other backseat window, holding an ice pack against her left eye, "It was a very serious manner."

"I don't even like chocolate chip cookies," Clementine huffed.

"Then why did you run!"

"Because I wanted to be dramatic."

Wisteria looked back at them, "Well, theatre kids, was it worth it running straight into the door like that?"

Passion, "I didn't even get to find out who stole the cookies."

Foxglove raised a hand, "And you never will!"

"Snitches get stitches."

"Where is the loyalty Clementine!"

"I can be loyal to more than one person."

Wisteria shook her head. The group continued to laugh and playfully argue the whole ride. Tomorrow, they'd all get back to their usual business, but for now...a little tomfoolery never hurt anyone.

Clementine tapped Wisteria's shoulder, "I accidentally kicked the beetle jar, sorry."

"YOU DID WHAT?!"