#detectivesharknado

[itsgottabethebutz]

@catofkismet @detective-sharknado (( @acutelyrelated ))

After a very long, difficult night, it’s not hard to imagine that Larry Butz and Daryan Crescend would be utterly exhausted. Traveling into the Ghost World alongside a supernatural cat and preventing a murder was near-impossible, both in theory and in practice: no wonder that they’re still asleep at this hour, around ten o’clock the next morning.

Larry shifts a bit in his sleep and his arm drops off the side of the bed, waking him with a start. As he looks around groggily, the feeling that something important has to happen today fills his brain. So why can’t he put a finger on what it is? Maybe Daryan would know—

Daryan!

He rolls himself out of bed and limps to the couch as quickly as he can. Daryan! How could he have forgotten? He finds his friend lying still on the couch, his jacket discarded somewhere. The orange idiot takes Daryan’s wrist and feels for a pulse. The ghastly image of the corpse in the alley fills his imagination, and Larry can’t help but bend down just to listen to his friend’s breathing. Sure and steady is the rise and fall of his friend’s chest; Larry sits back on his heels in relief, still holding Daryan’s wrist.

Whew. What a night...

[guilty-love]

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Klavier flinches. Of course Daryan would figure out that him, speaking about running away all of a sudden must mean something has happened but how the hell did he figure out that it has to do with Larry?!

There is no way in hell he’s going to tell him that he and Larry had sex.

[Text] We had our very first fight.

[Text] I turned fully diva on him.

[Text] And I chose a pretty bad wording. He probably thinks I hate him.

[Text] I want to apologize but I have to get rid of that fever first.

@detective-sharknado

[thelastedgefey]

@detective-sharknado

"I swear to God, Shark Man, if you ever make Klavier suffer ever again, you won't get out of prison easily."

[distanttracesofbeauty]

@detective-sharknado this is for you

[blindjustixe]

"...you know what, I give up!"

(Just keep the smell away from her, for heaven's sake!)

[itsgottabethebutz]

@detective-sharknado (( @acutelyrelated ))

Larry closes his eyes and thinks hard as he heads downtown on the hunt for a missing person, trying to think of where Daryan might be. The first time they’d met, they’d been in a sketchy little hole in the wall bar, a dive over on the outskirts of the city. That area might be a place to start: it’s largely empty, lots of places to hide out. If Daryan was in hiding from a ghost, or--

No, he didn’t want to think about that.

He starts combing through the alleys, calling Daryan’s name and feeling a little bit like he’s looking for a lost dog instead of a person. How does one even look for a missing person? He isn’t the police, nor a private eye: he’s just some loser who made a promise to a friend, to find another friend. Or at the very least, someone who didn’t deserve to suffer Dahlia Hawthorne’s wrath. On his journey, much later, he finds a small black-and-white piece of leather with familiar studs patterned into the material, caught in a chain link fence. 

He must’ve been here...

He picks it up, not knowing that this could be considered evidence to a crime. All he can think about is tangible proof that Daryan was here, and was probably nearby.  Larry runs. There’s a faint trail of boot prints in the alley, left over from the damp spell last night. He follows them as best he can, forcing back the taste of bile in his mouth. Daryan had to be alive. He just had to--

Hey!!

Slumped on the ground, face down, lay a tall, dark-haired man half-hidden in the shadows of the alley. A quick scan--no blood. He sighs in relief. Maybe he’s just unconscious? Larry kneels next to him, shaking his shoulder gently.

Daryan! Daryan, c’mon, wake up...it’s Larry,  we gotta get you home. Klavier’s worried sick about you! You’re safe now, it’s okay, I got you.

[itsgottabethebutz]

Haunted Hayride

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When the local Halloween event at the park started up again for the year Daryan wasn’t too impressed, and seeing a ‘haunted hayride’ being advertised was laughable. It was something so seemingly-ridiculous that he just had to check it out.

But he couldn’t just go alone now, could he? To some silly park attraction? Either it would be just as stupid as he thought it was going to be, or it would be better than expected, and either way the experience would be way less fun without someone to share it with. Klavier had been too busy to go, but he did have another friend he could ask.

He’d invited Larry to go check it out with him - if he wasn’t working the event, that is. Surprisingly, Daryan had managed to luck out and found a time his new pal would be free.

Now - post ridiculous “haunted hayride” Daryan is feeling… a little shell-shocked. He has to play it cool, though; he’s got an image to maintain after all.

“I-It wasn’t that bad, man. I’ve se-seen better.”

Halloween is not one of Larry’s favorite holidays; sure, while he enjoys the chocolate candy AND the eye candy in the form of gorgeous girls dressed as sexy cats and sexy bananas, he sure does not enjoy being scared. Ghosts and blood are two of his biggest fears, and inevitably, someone will go out of their way to scare the crap out of him on Halloween just because his over-the-top reactions are allegedly hilarious.

But turning down an invite from Daryan Crescend, of all people, isn’t something Larry is keen on doing. They might be romantically interested in the same person, but they’ve forged an unusual partnership thanks to some ghostly shenanigans. So when Daryan asked him to go to Gourd Lake Park’s haunted hayride attraction, Larry swallowed his intense fear out of respect...and now, in the aftermath of realistically costumed zombies chasing their wagon and pulling their driver off, he’s as white as the bones he almost just stepped on.

...y-yeah, heh heh! You bet. Totally not...scary...

That’s just the first stop on their ticket: the dark walk through the forest is next, and there’s hardly a chicken exit in the middle of the woods.

[guilty-love]

The Morning After

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Klavier felt exhausted. But it was the good kind of exhaustion. He felt as if he had been doing sports or giving a concert. Exhausted, but happy. He knew, of course, that it had nothing to do with sports or music. I was thanks to Daryan that he felt like that, that he felt relieved and satisfied. But from the very moment he had awoken, there had been a nagging feeling at the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was guilt or sadness or regret – but he knew that he had made a mistake.

Not being able to sleep any longer Klavier had decided to clean the mess in the living room, getting rid of the glass shards and the beer on the floor, washing their soaked clothes. He needed distraction, needed to keep himself busy at least until Daryan awoke.

Finished with the living room already, Klavier decided that he would prepare breakfast for them.