A/N: Might have my own experience in being asked for professional advice off the clock, but I don't have any witty comebacks in the moment. Also, maybe I like complex and useless words too much, but can you blame me.
Disclaimer: I get nothing.
As soon as Satoshi opened the door, he found himself faced with Harada-san, her hands clasped in pleading.
"I need your advice," she wheedled, inching forward so she might creep into the apartment.
With his eyelids drooping, he observed her supplicating pose and her obvious effort to slip past him, then he said, "I am not in the habit of giving out advice that will be summarily discarded."
She dropped her hands to her sides, pursing her lips at him in bland disapproval, then she gave him a more earnest look as she said, "No, I need your help. I think one of my friends is going to try to sneak into the museum to see Dark-san."
Somewhat surprised, he stared at her, then stepped aside and opened the door wider to her. She hurried inside, and as soon as he shut the door, she explained, "She has been following Dark-san's heists and asking me questions about things... Can't you convince her she'll get arrested or something?"
"Why me?" he asked as he sat down again in front of his laptop at the table.
"Because you're intimidating!"
"Thank you," he said blankly.
"But do you think that telling her that will work?" she asked, then dropped her hands onto the table. "She can't come and try to take Dark-san from me! I won't let her—I won't, I won't, I won't!" Her face had screwed up in her vehemence, but all at once she turned a dazzling smile upon him. "So will you help me?"
"Certainly," he said and rose from the chair, then hovered his hand behind her so he could guide her to the door again. "I can arrest you both when you arrive."
"Hiwatari-kuuun...!"