🍔————— closed starter: @dead-blondie
These crime scenes all wound up the same, and although it could get repetitive and Shaggy knew all these ghosts and monsters were usually people in masks - (he can't say always after everything he had been through on Spooky Island and in the Monster Hive) - he still found himself more often than not shaking in his worn-out sneakers with an equally shaky Great Dane in his arms. This particular case had been an easier one - closer to home and they had police support this time.
Which was a rarity, as most departments didn't like to associate themselves with Mystery Inc.
Shaggy has just finished shaking the hand of the Deputy on call, smiling broadly at being complimented on a job well done. Usually, they were all called bumbling idiots, so the change of pace was nice to hear and feel. Turning to Scooby with a bright grin, he waits for the Deputy to turn his back before he fist pumps, eyes shut and body immediately breaking into an on-the-spot little dance.
It takes Scooby calling his name a couple of times, tugging on his shirt, and eventually finally giving up and physically turning Shaggy around - to face probably the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on. Shaggy stops dancing immediately, giggling to himself shyly and glancing at the rest of the gang; they seem busy, speaking to the officers and whatever media has shown up, so Shaggy has no excuse. No hiding himself in embarrassment now!
"Uh, like... so. Wow." Dang, she's pretty. He's tongue-tied. He can see Scooby roll his eyes from his peripherals. "Hi."
Riveting conversationalist, Norville Rogers.
