Sunset stared at the man who's sweat dripped from his shaggy blue hair, and more importantly, a detective who tightly gripped his pistol aimed at her head. "I like him," she whispered towards the pony-tailed girl that stood beside her. "I like you," she parroted. She rose a soft amber hand and instinctively caressed the reddish gem hanging above her chest as she took a step toward the man. The man cocked the revolver.
"We're a very friendly family," he said.
Sunset looked around, there were several pictures of him, along with his younger sister, fiancee, and parents, who held up various awards. Some of them his, probably from nabbing some know-nothing criminal while others were likely scientific awards from his sister. "Nah, that's not it." She said with a smile. She took another step forward, "pretty nosey, actually." She bent down and grabbed her bag that contained her magical journal and slung it over her shoulder. Her left shoulder. "But it's the way you're nosey," she motioned to Sonata who slowly lowered her sawed off shotgun, "how you're so polite about it!" Sunset took another step forward then frowned. "Like you're doing me a favor..."
Sunset ignored the detective as she walked toward the entrance of the house while Sonata quietly followed with her shotgun still pointed at him. Sunset paused, then turned around. "Peace, with honor," she said with two fingers raised on each hand, "well, I think that's what they? Human history was never my strong suit..." she trailed off then gave a soft shrug and a brief smile. "Anyway, tell your sister, whenever she wakes up from her extended hospital vacation, to stay the fuck away from me," she motioned at her bag, "and my things. Otherwise, well, I still have some pent up anger from before. And I'm sure my sister here would love some fun."
Sunset turned on her heel and opened the door, "oh!-" she snapped her fingers, "now I remember," she spared a quick glance at the detective and with a grin, "I am not a crook."
Then the shotgun went off.