@roderickblack
“---So what if it’s blue? It’s my hair, not yours.”
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@roderickblack
“---So what if it’s blue? It’s my hair, not yours.”
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❝ UHHHM, Ror, don’t move. And don’t freak out.❞
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“I know...you’ve been busy working, Roderick, but you have to take care of yourself, too...”
A cool hand brushes across his forehead while her other goes to guide him to a place to sit. “I’ll get you something to eat. What do you want?”
“Can you keep a secret?”
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“Let! Me! Go! He deserves it! Put me down, dammit!”
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She pads into their flat, finding her best friend and husband on the sofa and she immediately sits down on his lap, straddling him and twisting a strand of hair in her fingers before kissing him.
“Good afternoon, Detective Black,” she murmurs between kisses.
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The air is cold around her and she shivers, moving closer to the man that had rescued her and her precious little ones. Marie is sprawled out on her lap, Toulouse resting his own little head on the stranger’s and Berlioz is half on her. Motherly hands go down to stroke the hair on her precious son’s head, lips pressing a kiss to Marie’s blonde curls.
“Thank you, monsieur, for saving us,” she murmured quietly. “I don’t know what what happened...I must have fallen asleep...”
"....What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!"