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Who ever this guy was who looked just too much like Raphael, he was certainly acting very calm about this. Was this some sort of prank Michel had set up? That didn't make sense. Michel didn't have the resources to make someone look this much like him. Oh boy. This was going to have some crazy explanation, wasn't it? It was. It definitely was.

"Uh. Yeah?" He responded as though this were obvious, and it was. "I don't know about you, but I don't meet someone who looks exactly like me every day." And somehow, from the way this guy reacted, it seemed like he did meet someone with his appearance every day.

Oh. Was it that your alternate self hadn’t a clue about the entirety of the multiverse. Oh boy, talk about your luck. You had to sit here and explain everything to yourself and try not to sound completely out of your mind. Great.

♪ ❞Well—It’s not like either of us is in a house of mirrors, and we’re definitely not conked out in bed or something.” Honestly, what played more the shock was he was so oblivious to these things. Most other editions of yourself were quite aware of these things happening! “You mean you’re actually surprised?”

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For some of us it may not be new, but for others, this sudden run-in was a real shocker. For instance, Raphael here, the one who currently had his companion by his side, stopped dead in his tracks to look at the other. He'd write the other off as an impersonator if he were in his Phantom R getup- and if the similarities stopped there.

"I don't remember walking into a house of mirrors." You got jokes, kid.

In comes the multiverse, making you have a conversation with yourself as if it was really nothing new whatsoever. Because, hey. It’s really not.

♪ ❞Well, I’m glad you’re getting a break.”

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"Today feels like my first break in a lifetime. What do you think, Fondue?" That bark sounded like agreement.

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"Harsh words, but last time I checked I've been eluding the Paris police force for a few years. If I'm a miserable excuse, what does that make you and your dad?" Harsh. "Anyway, I have looked at a calendar today. What if it was my birthday today, Charlie? Would that be less important than Christmas Eve Eve?"

"Are you daft, you miserable excuse of a criminal?" The detective scoffed at the red head as he neatly folded his arms over his chest. "Look at the calendar, won’t you, Phantom? It’s nearly Christmas Eve, and you think I don’t have better plans than deal with a smarmy little prick like you?"

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Raphael batted the detective's hand away from himself without a second thought. Keep reacting like that, Charlie, and you'll never get rid of this guy. "You aren't telling me you have better plans, are you?"

Look at that, five minutes into the conversation, and the detective was already swatting at the other male. “Bugger off, Phantom. I don’t have time for you tonight!”

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So, maybe his idea that he may be able to slip past Charlie without her trying to stop him was a little ridiculous. And by a little ridiculous, I mean very ridiculous. Of course she'd try to stop him. So, when she put her arm to the wall, he stopped dead in his tracks. Oops. That's not going to get you anywhere today, apparently.

Raphael's acting faltered pretty easily when it became very, very obvious that Charlie may finally recognize who he is. Actually, he sort of looked a little panicked at this point, and within good reason, considering she really had been able to tell who he was.

Alright, it was clearly time to scram. So you know what this loser did? He ducked under her arm and did one of those lame little spins that probably seemed cool to Sega when it was actually pretty nerdy and kind of a waste of time. Seriously, who do you think you're fooling with those moves? Anyway, beyond that stupid spin, he didn't waste anymore time running out the door of the restaurant without so much as a "Good job figuring it out!". Good bye, Charlie. Good bye, job. Raphael is out.

No need for that? No need for that? Was he kidding? There was absolutely a need for that with the way he was acting. Refusing to give her his name, going to these ridiculous lengths to avoid her; of��course there was a need for that. Not that she could exactly take him down to Constabulary HQ without any evidence… Being a private eye is suffering.

And when she noticed him trying to slip away again, well, she wasn’t in the mood to hold her instincts back any longer and before she could think it through, she threw an arm against the wall behind them to block his bath.

"W-Wait!" Come on, think. Think. You know this guy from somewhere. This really shouldn’t be as hard for her as it was. After all, how many people lived in Paris with hair that bright of a red? Wait. Wait.

"You… You’re…" No way. No way no way, absolutely no way. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to show himself in public after all he’d done, would he? Well. She supposed it hadn’t been exactly easy for her to place the face before she was this close to it but…

It was impossible, right? And yet, the voice matched, although it was cooed in a sweeter, less mocking manner. The hair was the same, and if you ignored the glasses… All he was missing was the stupid fedora and messy, unbuttoned suit.

"Ph-Phantom…" He was so not getting a tip.

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"I didn't realize you were chasing someone. It looks like you're just standing there to me. Maybe," Don't do it, Raphael. Don't you dare.

"You enjoy being around me after all." God DAMMIT, Raphael. This is how you get arrested.

"Ah, yes. That’s right, isn’t it? What I would call productive is clearly not the same thing to you. That would make perfect sense, wouldn’t it Phantom?" Sarcasm level is too strong. "Cut to the point, Phantom. I’ve other cases to get to than chase an arrogant man around Paris."

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"Arrested? And here I thought you were finally on my side." Not really. "You know I'm not done yet, don't you? Turning myself in wouldn't be very productive."

"Dare I ask what on earth you would want to talk to me about, Phantom? Perhaps that you want to be arrested at last, you miserable cretin?"

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"Who said anything about wanting something? Maybe I was just stopping by to talk." Yeah, bullshit.

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"… You have got to be kidding me. What on earth do you want?”

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Today had been a great birthday so far, as far as Raphael was concerned. It wasn't really special, but it was quiet and nice. Madame Paula had dropped by to give him a sweater as a birthday present and stayed for a little while for a snack and small talk. His phone had not stopped giving him a text message alert either. Actually, Michel was being a little annoying with his texts. Raphael should probably block him. Anyhow, it seemed like he'd be spending the rest of his birthday after work just staying at home with Fondue. Not a particularly bad day.

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"That explains your hair, but it doesn't explain everything. What about your eyes?"

"Maman’s hair was dyed. She was a blonde who was into some…interesting American customs. That’s all."

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"You know, Charlie doesn't look anything like either of her parents."

"If she didn't act so much like her father, I'd wonder if there was a relation there at all."

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jokes on u im 2 old for father christmas to b able 2 find me

if u disrespect dragons you get cursed ur getting coal from that big red guy with the bear d in 4 days

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ur 100 percent brat if u actually think ur a dragon

dragons are 2 percent brat i cant help it

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u look like a brat 2 me

im nmnot a person do  i LOOK LIKE A PERSON

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people w/ tails and horns arent natural

humans with red hair aren t natural (squints)

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Man, Charlie was really getting upset at him, wasn't she? It didn't look like there would be any convincing her that he wasn't someone sketchy, but at least she had given him a bit more space to work with. Could anyone blame him for being a little nervous with her leaning towards him the way she had been? In the movies, it's always when people do that that they recognize whoever it is they're staring at. Of course, Charlie went and ruined her little intimidating streak by pretending she could actually bring him into the constabulary. Haha, yeah, alright, Charlie. What ever you say. It was hard not to look amused by that.

"Mais, mademoiselle, there's really no need for that." Raphael responded using his very best acting to seem like a totally normal and confused citizen. Too bad he had completely forgotten what it was like to be a normal and confused citizen. Oops. "I don't know why you think I'm lying, but I swear, I have no reason to." Which is exactly what a liar would say.

"I really need to get back to work." Of course. Because there was a lot to do with only one customer in the entire place. "Excuse me." And with that, he did what would probably not help him at all at the point, and that was attempt to slide right past Charlie so he could go stay in the kitchen until she leaves. The other waiter would be here any second, right? Right. And that guy didn't need to keep his identity hidden.

"Balderdash! Lies, slander, hogwash, or whatever else you’d like to call it." Wow, yes, because the use of synonyms is very intimidating. Well, that might not have been very intimidating, but by the way the boy stepped backwards she assumed the rest of her tactics were working out pretty well. Maybe a little too well, haha whoops, let’s not cause a commotion. The last thing she wanted was for someone to call the cops. Her dad would have a fit if that happened again.

"Look, Michel…" She decided to give the guy a little leeway and step back a pace or two. Like, for real, this guy was acting so shift she was starting to feel secondhand embarrassment. "I’d like to believe you." No she wouldn’t. But she has a plan, I promise. I’m not going to say it’s a good plan, but hey. It’s a plan.

"But as a private eye, it just so happens to be my job to sniff out shady characters like yourself. And I think it’d make both of our lives easier if you would just drop this little goody two shoes act of yours for a moment so we can finish this business right here and now. Because, between you and me, I’d rather not take this all the way to the Constabulary.”