[Eret is keeping an eye on the black market to see if anyone is selling a diamond roughly the same size as the one from the museum, mostly because he has...less than questionable contacts (his dealings as a drug mule for former underworld king Drago Bludvist spring instantly to mind, before Hiccup and the others showed him he could be better than what he was), so Hiccup thankfully doesn't have to worry about that for the moment.

Right now, he shakes off the feeling that he's seen the young man over the road at the school before, kicking the park break into gear and crossing the road himself after checking to make sure that nothing was coming. It's been a while since he's been over to the school, approaching with a long gait as he shrugged.]

Well, y'know, what kind of police station would we be if we didn't make sure the kids were in the safest hands?

[His tone is joking as he comes to stand near the younger man, one hand sliding into his pocket as he reached out with his other. Now that he got a good look at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat before it's released as he talks.]

I don't think I've seen you here before. I'm Hiksti Haddock, detective. Just call me Hiccup.