goofyfacade wants emancipation

So there the boy was, on top of a roof, carrying a baggage of money from some criminal higher-up on vacation in Inaba, while some random detective decided to chase his tail. It was ood, even though he was clearly cornered, the boy couldn’t help but to keep an enormous smile on his face as he stares at the goofy-looking cop.

“You’re quite agile for a detective.” He utters as slowly taking steps back.

“Most investigators are fond of the slow approach. What’s your name?”