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A routine investigation into a series of misplaced paintings at the museum had lead to Emmy and I being put into a familiar position. After discovering from my sister that some unsavory employees were replacing the valuable paintings with fakes, we had been discovered while trying to escape, grabbed, and thrown into a storage closet.

Naturally, that wasn’t all that happened. The jackasses had taken some chairs and forcibly plopped us down in them before taking out the rope. Emmy and I had our hands tied behind our backs and our torsos to the chair’s back, before our ankles were then lashed together and tied to the crossbar between the front legs.

Double naturally, we had decided to mouth off and try to gain as much info as we could. Thankfully, some smart insults had tipped us off to a buyer of these stolen paintings, but unfortunately this also earned us a rag shoved into each of our mouths and sealed with several strips of clear duct tape. Then, we were left to ourselves in the locked storage closet.

After a good half hour of struggling, he started hearing noises. Loud noises. Punches, grunts, insults, and cries of pain were barely blocked by the locked door standing in front of us. The lights were also shut off, leaving the sole source of illumination to be the lights leaking out from underneath the crack between the door’s bottom and ground.

Emmy and I looked at each other through the darkness. We could just barely make out the other’s face with what little light was provided. Both of us had an idea as to what would likely be coming next, but we had to remain calm just in case it wasn’t.

The noises stopped, and there was a brief silence as we heard footsteps. Whoever it was, they were wearing boots. None of the employees wore boots (from what I recall), so that could only mean...

“Geez, all I did was ask where the bathroom was…”

“LMMNUH! (LUNO!)” I cried, my heart leaping up to my throat.

“Mh, Lmmnuh… (Oh, Luno…)” Emmy wasn’t nearly as happy to see him as I was.

The light switch was flipped, and our familiar not-ninja stood in the doorway, looking as sharp and unflapped as ever. He ran a hand through her black hair in a rather… hot manner, then walked over to us while brandishing one of his knives in a non-threatening manner.

We each watch him as he knelt down to start cutting through our bindings. Much to my joy, he started with me, freeing my legs before moving up to my arms and torso. “So what did these guys do again?”

“Ymm tmll mm. (You tell me.)” Emmy groaned, clearly wondering why Luno was here.

“I was just window shopping for a friend of mine.” Luno said just as he cut my upper body free. “You got your gag, Detective B? Cool. Now as I was saying, I-woah!”

I just couldn’t help myself. As soon as my arms were free, I tore off the tape covering my lips, just enough to spit out the wad of rags before throwing my arms around Luno. “Thank yoooooooooou, Luno~!”

Luno’s face quickly turned a bright pink, peaking out just over the scarf that was covering his mouth. “I, uh, well, that’s… quite the invasion. Of my personal space. Oh wow, that’s tight.” He muttered, eyes wide as dinner plates. He just stood there with is arms out, one still holding the knife, clearly confused on what to do.

“This is the part where you hug back, you know!” I couldn’t help but tease him.

“...My arms are frozen.”

“MH, GMT MM RMM, YMM TMM! (OH, GET A ROOM YOU TWO!)” Emmy shouted, stewing angrily in her seat, nowhere closer to freedom than when she had first been tied up. “...Mftr tmyng mm, mm crmsh. Bmcky lmt gmm mf hmm! (...After untying me, of course. Becky let go of him!)”

“Make me!”

“...Help…”

***
This is absolutely among the best of the birthday commissions I got, drawn by the wonderful ! This is a scenario that I discussed with some friends via DM, and I figured Becky, Emmy and Luno would be the best pair to illustrate it. And since Zoudai was kinda the first person to draw Becky and Emmy, I figured it was only fitting to do.

BTW, give Zoudai’s commissions a looksee. He and his family are in some dire financial troubles, and anything would help. www.deviantart.com/zoudai/jour…

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A routine investigation into a series of misplaced paintings at the museum had lead to Emmy and I being put into a familiar position. After discovering from my sister that some unsavory employees were replacing the valuable paintings with fakes, we had been discovered while trying to escape, grabbed, and thrown into a storage closet.

Naturally, that wasn’t all that happened. The jackasses had taken some chairs and forcibly plopped us down in them before taking out the rope. Emmy and I had our hands tied behind our backs and our torsos to the chair’s back, before our ankles were then lashed together and tied to the crossbar between the front legs.

Double naturally, we had decided to mouth off and try to gain as much info as we could. Thankfully, some smart insults had tipped us off to a buyer of these stolen paintings, but unfortunately this also earned us a rag shoved into each of our mouths and sealed with several strips of clear duct tape. Then, we were left to ourselves in the locked storage closet.

After a good half hour of struggling, he started hearing noises. Loud noises. Punches, grunts, insults, and cries of pain were barely blocked by the locked door standing in front of us. The lights were also shut off, leaving the sole source of illumination to be the lights leaking out from underneath the crack between the door’s bottom and ground.

Emmy and I looked at each other through the darkness. We could just barely make out the other’s face with what little light was provided. Both of us had an idea as to what would likely be coming next, but we had to remain calm just in case it wasn’t.

The noises stopped, and there was a brief silence as we heard footsteps. Whoever it was, they were wearing boots. None of the employees wore boots (from what I recall), so that could only mean...

“Geez, all I did was ask where the bathroom was…”

“LMMNUH! (LUNO!)” I cried, my heart leaping up to my throat.

“Mh, Lmmnuh… (Oh, Luno…)” Emmy wasn’t nearly as happy to see him as I was.

The light switch was flipped, and our familiar not-ninja stood in the doorway, looking as sharp and unflapped as ever. He ran a hand through her black hair in a rather… hot manner, then walked over to us while brandishing one of his knives in a non-threatening manner.

We each watch him as he knelt down to start cutting through our bindings. Much to my joy, he started with me, freeing my legs before moving up to my arms and torso. “So what did these guys do again?”

“Ymm tmll mm. (You tell me.)” Emmy groaned, clearly wondering why Luno was here.

“I was just window shopping for a friend of mine.” Luno said just as he cut my upper body free. “You got your gag, Detective B? Cool. Now as I was saying, I-woah!”

I just couldn’t help myself. As soon as my arms were free, I tore off the tape covering my lips, just enough to spit out the wad of rags before throwing my arms around Luno. “Thank yoooooooooou, Luno~!”

Luno’s face quickly turned a bright pink, peaking out just over the scarf that was covering his mouth. “I, uh, well, that’s… quite the invasion. Of my personal space. Oh wow, that’s tight.” He muttered, eyes wide as dinner plates. He just stood there with is arms out, one still holding the knife, clearly confused on what to do.

“This is the part where you hug back, you know!” I couldn’t help but tease him.

“...My arms are frozen.”

“MH, GMT MM RMM, YMM TMM! (OH, GET A ROOM YOU TWO!)” Emmy shouted, stewing angrily in her seat, nowhere closer to freedom than when she had first been tied up. “...Mftr tmyng mm, mm crmsh. Bmcky lmt gmm mf hmm! (...After untying me, of course. Becky let go of him!)”

“Make me!”

“...Help…”

***
This is absolutely among the best of the birthday commissions I got, drawn by the wonderful ! This is a scenario that I discussed with some friends via DM, and I figured Becky, Emmy and Luno would be the best pair to illustrate it. And since Zoudai was kinda the first person to draw Becky and Emmy, I figured it was only fitting to do.

BTW, give Zoudai’s commissions a looksee. He and his family are in some dire financial troubles, and anything would help. www.deviantart.com/zoudai/jour…