Donovan did hear the heavy breathing. He sighed and walked over to the stairs, his eyes widening upon seeing who it was. “Okay… why are you here?” The detective had asked before shrugging. “Not that it matters to me anyways. Shouldn’t you be heading ‘home’ or something like that? There could still be police officers out there after all,”
"Eh, running away started gettin' boring too, so I decided to follow you here. I also came to thank you for your help, but then I realized I have heists to attend to but then I realized that most of the heists were already being taken on the rookie crooks. And so I came here," Parsley said, beginning to ramble.
The detective blinked at the man before he sighed and pulled the thief along by the wrist. “Come in for tea, and no, you don’t have a choice,” with that, Donovan had pulled Parsley into his apartment and sat the man down in the living room before he went to the kitchen and got some herbal tea for the man and himself. He sat down, on the armchair across from the couch the thief was sat at. “You really have no real reason of coming here. I accept the thank you and it’s nice that you decided to come all the way here to say that,” upon noticing that the curtains were open, Donovan went to pull them close.
“Say, since you’re here, can you tell me why you decided to work in… well, crime?”
"Ay- Ah, well, it beats thievin' for a change," Parsley said in response to him being dragged along. "Yeah, I only came for the 'thank you' part. You're welcome for that." Parsley chuckled, then continued on to say, "I decided to start doin' crime for a ton of reason. 1, a parental thing. The whole 'parents were never proud of me so i had to make them be proud of me' thing. 2, it seemed fun. Though now I know it's not so much play, but rather, more work. And 3, it's just a pastime. A hobby, I guess you could call it."
“Right…” the detective sighed before he took a sip of his own tea. “I won’t see you have extremely valid reasons. But then again, I’ve heard but worse,” he shrugged before he looked back at the thief. “You know you’re the police force’s first place on the wanted list, right?”
"Mother always said first place was best," Parsley joking, most likely in regards to the cliche he brought up. "But, you're for real? I'm top on the list? Wow, they must really be keepin' their big ol' eyes on me, cuz that means they've watched every heist and gone over my case a ton o' times, eh?" Parsley continued. "No wonder there were so many guards at that showcase. Now they're really gettin' cautious. Guess I'll have to keep low for a bit… Or I can keep goin'. The risk does seem like it'd be pretty fun to make haste on."
“I— that’s not—“ Donovan sighed softly. “I’m not saying that to encourage you for goodness’ sake,” the detective said with a sigh before he turned away and sipped his tea. “But yes, whatever showcase happens next, you can be sure as hell that the police will be on watch 24/7… unless they did the same mistake they did this time, in which case I can’t really say you’re in trouble,” he shrugged softly. “You told me earlier that you have goons of your own? Can you tell me more about them?”
"Well, they're not really goons, they're just plain ol' rookies. They dunno what they're doin, 'til one of us pros give 'em the how-to," Parsley began. "We have to babysit 'em, basically. It's a pain in the ass sometimes, but with the right teachin', they'll prolly do some good heists someday."
“Since when was there a kindergarten for thieves and criminals?” The detective laughed softly at his own little joke before he sighed and shook his head. “Anyways, I’m not interrogating a criminal so this is just a conversation between us; people who shouldn’t really be talking in this manner but screw the rules, I’m not the one making them,” he shrugged. “Is your home far away, dear thief?”