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(Baby Ariana wakes up in between Morris and Lovisa and starts whining to be fed. Set the day after our last thread)

“I will get up... Stay.” Morris’s eyes snapped open the moment he felt Ariana shuffle. Though Lovisa was the lighter sleeper - and not only thanks to her sister having gotten used her to that - he had been awake for a few minutes already. Might as well get up, feed Ari and have some water, then...

Lovisa tried to murmur in protest, but he had already picked up the baby and gotten up. “You know where her bottle is, yeah?”

“Yeah. I got it.” It was on the dresser, and Morris walked to it, picking up the bottle. Gently rocking Ariana in his arms, he took her to the kitchen to warm up the milk. “Soon, honey. Let’s make it warm and tasty for you first.”

It didn’t take long. In a few minutes, Morris had refilled the bottle and, sitting down on the edge of the bed, he offered it to Ari. Of course, he held onto it, too; though she had grown stronger since the day they’d found her, he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t drop it. “Here you go, chipmunk... early breakfast...”

Both of them chuckled as they sat in silence, watching the baby drink the milk.

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@arianatheangel-girl from here.

Quitting detective work was easy; detective work quitting her however was not. And Lovisa had gotten to find it out... albeit in an easy way. After she had become more of a private eye than a part of a team, she had realised that this, paired with her library work, was still her dream job.

The case at hand was far from what she had thought she would have to go through, though. Still, she had responded to the call first. The place hadn’t been too far from where she had been stationed, and she gave her colleagues a sign to follow her. “Let’s check this out.”

After a gesture of gratitude to the neighbor who had given them the tip, the four detectives knocked on the door. The possibility that they had to break in was there; though it did not look entirely abandoned, the house did not make Lovisa believe anyone truly lived in it.

“Hello?” she and one of the two men with her, Morris, called out. Morris rapped his fist against the door. “Is anyone in here?” As soon as the baby started crying, Lovisa got a tap on her shoulder from her other female colleague.

“We’re not leaving her inside,” Marvina said, shaking her head with an exasperated face, in part sad and in part angry. “The poor thing. Who knows if they haven’t just put her in a corner and forgotten about her...”

Lovisa caught herself shrugging along with their fourth colleague, all of them quiet in the meantime, ears pricked for any sounds that could mean the baby wasn’t alone – and that maybe its parents or caretakers were inside somewhere.

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❝ ask me if i care. ❞

You pick 😊

confrontational starters

“Awful nice of you, innit!” Lovisa shook her head, her gaze travelling from the tips of the stranger’s shoes to the top of his head. It was in moments like these that she questioned herself hard. Why did she turn her head the other way?

Wherever this stranger was headed, he had spilled hers and a few people’s coffees and a child’s candy, knocked into another on purpose and stepped on their glasses and nearly tripped over a sick-looking man. It seemed like an accident. But given the way those people looked, few would miss them if they disappeared; she knew many homeless folks circled the cafe, the little boy was all alone, and the woman with the glasses was a pale, fragile teenager. Maybe she ought to stop trying to piece these details together; she was a librarian now, and she had stopped being a detective long ago. Too bad her mind kept stringing all those details together, seeking explanations.

“What would you do if someone spilled hot coffee in your lap?” she asked, one hand flitting to her waist as she kept trying to clean her shirt with the other. Whoever this was, he had the look of someone who loved to stir trouble, and Lovisa could bet there was more under his tidy suit and the strange look in his eyes. Good. She could let herself be swept up in this, whatever it would turn out to be...

@kingofthewebxxx

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“C’mon. I saw you eyeing the chocolate pops.” The smirk that appears on her face is teasing. The ache for something sweet is a bit too familiar to Lovisa, especially when it comes to ice-cream. For luck, the stall they seem to be both eyeing with obvious desire offers this cold treat as well. “How ’bout I get us both some?” Then she becomes serious. “Or we could just get one for each of us. Curious to see what you think of ’em.”

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“Not you again” [ lovisa // ames xD ]

Send “Not you again” for my muse’s reaction

“Ah hålla käften, du,” came the response from Lovisa, spoken with an annoyed huff - as if Ames was nothing more than a stranger who seemed to have recognized her from her detective days. Not that she had been widely known and all. But working with the police had meant people had started adding two and two together when they saw her leaving the office.

Her tone had not been full of animosity; rather, there was a playful note in it, as if to her his words meant next to nothing. “I ain’t had m’ coffee yet. If y’ want me t’ be nicer, queue’s over there,” and she nodded towards the door in the opposite side of the room. More than a clear sign that he had to either leave, or there was a chance a fight would happen.

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[ 📱 — sms to Lovisa, from Kusumi Kinokami ]

"I know it's been a while since our last date but"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Are you free anytime soon?"

Beep! When her phone buzzed with a new message, the detective nearly had a heart attack. Being ready for anything and everything all the time meant she was stressed out a lot of the time... even when the messages she got were personal ans invited her to think about pleasant things. With how work had been going lately, Lovisa had considered moving back home, turning her back on detective stuff, and studying something new. She had stepped down from her job anyway. Maybe she could be a gym trainer. Why not? She did have the training for that...

[ 📱 — sms to Kusumi, from Lovisa ] I can't stop thinking about you, either. I miss you.

It was the truth itself. Those three words were not something she often caught herself saying – but every time she had said them, they had come from the deepest parts of her heart. Though she could lie, and she had met many people throughout life who had taught her how to lie well if she needed to, Lovisa did not feel this need. Not with Kusumi. What the hell, Sumi had gotten to find out she felt drawn to women, too. And that wasn’t something you confide in to anyone about.

Sigh. She rubbed her face, pinching the bridge of her nose in despair, shutting her eyes tightly. There was something else she couldn't lie about. She needed to see her.

[ 📱 — sms to Kusumi, from Lovisa ] Actually, yeah. As free as a bird. Looking for another job right now so we can go out whenever you feel like it.

She had already applied at a few places, but, it seemed, the gym trainer position was the one she was most excited about. Who knew, though. Perhaps Sumi would have better ideas what she could do now when she told her once they met...

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[text from: Kusumi] Hey, Isa. I'm closing up shop for the day; are you free tonight?

Lovisa has just gotten back from work; thankfully, that day had been less full of things to do than usual. That didn't mean she wasn't tired, though. Regardless, the moment her phone vibrated and flashed with a notification about a text from Sumi, the detective’s face lit up. It seemed the evening was about to become much more pleasant.

[ Text to; Sumi ] Yep. Wanna have dinner together?

[ Text to; Sumi ] I can try to cook us something...

[ Text to; Sumi ] Or we could make something together. What do you feel like having?

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@the-expatriate from here.

To say this was the usual was... quite close to the truth, if she had to be honest. Some people were more stubborn about accepting help, even if from officials who had helping others as a part of their description. Lovisa was no exception herself. She knew just how it felt - or at least tried to imagine.

“I... um, well, if you say so. I just thought I’d ask, since you... anyway.” The detective cursed herself on the inside. Late or not, her being bad with words wasn’t fixable with a nap. At least there was no emergency here.

“You live close by, yes? I hate to be that person, I myself don’t enjoy being told that, but... be careful out here at this time. And have a good night.”

Right. Now she could go back home at last...