AN: I'm supposed to be working on another Rean/Alisa story, but dammit there's no way I can leave this unaddressed anymore because ONE HAS JUSTICE HAMMER AND THE OTHER HAS JUSTICE BULLET
I DON'T KNOW WHEN THIS COULD HAPPEN BUT IN MY HEAD IT MUST
Doppelganger
They just kept on staring. It was getting to be unsettling, to be perfectly honest.
"May I help you with something?" Machias finally asked, feeling a little wary at the increased scrutiny that Crossbell's SSS was giving him lately - even more so when it came when they thought he wasn't looking.
"Not as such," Elie replied, crossing her arms and tilting her head, looking thoughtful. "It's just – Lloyd, the resemblance really is uncanny, isn't it?"
"I told you!" the detective exclaimed with no small amount of vigor, his fist slamming into his open palm for emphasis. "I thought I was seeing things at first, but…"
Seeing what?
"Plus he's quite the marksman himself, so I hear."
W-Well, that was very gratifying, but -
"Hey, do you think he can throw a decent punch?"
What in the world did that have to do with anything?
"Possibly, but I doubt he's the type to be interested in collecting shoes."
... Shoes?
"He doesn't look like it, but then again..."
His eyebrow twitched.
"I don't suppose an explanation for all this is in order?" Machias probed, a little annoyance now coming to the fore at being treated like a specimen for examination, and the amused smiles the pair exchanged didn't help matters.
"Oh, sorry!" Lloyd apologized sheepishly, one hand coming up in a contrite gesture. "I know this'll sound kind of strange, but we have a question – you wouldn't happen to be related to a man by the name of Alex Dudley by any chance, would you?"