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Drew wasn’t one to care about competition, but there was something about Joseph that got on his nerves more than almost anything. He wasn’t sure if it had been his attitude, or possibly something he said to him, but at that point nearly everything about the male disgusted him. However, none of that took away from just how attractive he was.

He was sitting in a motel room only a few minutes away from his apartment, room number sixteen (which was slowly but surely becoming a weekend home to him). He was waiting for him, as much as he wished he weren’t. He hated himself for starting what he had, but deep down he knew he couldn’t deny himself what he wanted even if it was just his body that he wanted. His eyes lifted from the television to the doorknob as he heard it start to turn, the door being pushed open.

“…Took you long enough.”

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Lázaro takes the largest step backward he can from the ornery Brit. He may be a pretty relaxed, laid back sort of person but he’s not about to try and convince this guy of anything. “...Well, my wife thinks I’m handsome, so forget you then.” He mumbles with a pout.

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“Ah...l’amour. Well, you’ve been sucked in, buddy. Love’s got her pretty little hands on you and she’s dragging you down into the squishy, pink, Chanel scented depths of sex and emotional despair-- Yeah, I’m more of a loner myself...doin’ my own thing. Don’t want to, uh, be tied down, you know?” More like no one would have him but he doesn’t say that.

“But I guess congrats are in order. I’m happy for you, man. You go, uh, get that...that lovin’...?” It’s said weakly because honestly how do you tell someone to go get love? If it was that easy he wouldn’t be single.

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“You know you shouldn’t...mingle with humans.” Thoth chastises, head shaking as he clicked his tongue at the other. Despite the enormous power the other had, Thoth was in relatively little danger-- it’s hard to fight a god of wisdom and truth when he knew what lurked in the darkest recesses of your head. That plus he was a crafty sort of apparition, unable to be caught in any sort of grasp. Even by another supernatural being. 

“It’s not good for you to allow them to know your existence-- you might set off a reaction in one you weren’t exactly...expecting.”

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“...Okay, uh, I can’t do vegetarian...definitely can’t do vegan...Levi scares me shitless so I can’t be in a room with large mechanical things he can kill me with, uh, so that’s leaves leg day. I can do leg day. Gently....maybe just like...one leg day a week, that’s good, yeah?” He’s the epitome of health, ladies and gentleman.

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“You know I’ll be retiring soon? In precisely--” He pauses to pull up his sleeve, look down at his watch before bobbing his head. “Eleven years. But you know, that flies by so quickly! I fear I will go mad without a job to do!” Harrison gasps, fingers drumming on his chin as he thought more about his future predicament.

“Or I could throw myself completely into acting...but do I have the stuff? The unmitigated gall to do that which is so bold? ...Maybe I’ll get a Tony Award...I’d be the oldest person to win one...I think.”

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“--We can’t stay here.” He’s already tugging at Lewis and Charlie, trying to get them back out the door of the bar. He looks a tad pale and almost afraid, an expression Donny’s not known for making as he would never back down in a fight against anyone. So what has him so scared?

“No, it’s-- There’s a girl at the bar I fucked and didn’t call back and then I later found out I fucked her sister too and-- dudes, it’s a big mess and I’d like not to get chewed out by her-- She’s a lil’--” His finger twirls round his head and he gives them a knowing look. “Cuckoo.”

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“No, uh, I understand that-- completely b--but I need the files, um...” He’s glad he’s met with this cop and not Lochlan, who he did know and also know he hated. “I’m gonna reach for my ID, please don’t shoot me. I’m unarmed and fragile.”

Leslie gingerly plucks out his own badge-- it’s not as flashy as the police badges but it does say in big, bold letters; Private Investigator. “I know this is stepping out of my bounds but I really need to take a look at this. I’ve got a really big hunch, man. I feel it here...” He’s slapping his lean tummy, which makes a resounding noise in the empty coroner’s office. “Gut feeling, you know? I’m so close to solvin’ this...mister policeman...sir.”