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@secrettyrant roman x quinlan - horizon offices

The room is enveloped in silence as Roman's gaze drifts over the paperwork, the only sound the soft ticks whispering from an antique clock. Each second seems to echo the meticulous pace of Roman's thoughts as he absorbs the specifics of the contract before him. With a subtle inhale, he breaks the silence, his eyes shifting from the documents to Quinlan with a faint grin of apology. "Well...they got you bent over, if I'm being honest." Roman offers, his fingers deftly rearranging the pages before sliding them toward the edge of the desk. "I'll need to take a closer look, but at first glance, it seems pretty airtight. A typo or grammatical error might be your best friend here." his chuckle is wry but muted as he shrugs apologetically to his friend. "Who wrote this up? Them or you?" Roman leans forward again to turn some of the pages, finding the signature and his outward grimace is obvious. "Okay, better question: Who in your company wrote this up? Because..." his words trail off, puffing out his cheeks with a huff and unable to find the best way to adequately describe the mess before him. He can find two, though. "You're...er...fucked."

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@ofwrxth roman x andrea - crash site

Com as mãos na cintura, Roman examina o caminhão acidentado com sua irmã e dá uma rápida olhada em Andrea. “Você acha que vai consertar isso?” ele pergunta a ela, sem muita esperança em seu tom ao ver o caminhão amassado cara a cara com a parede. "Carina vai ver se consegue descobrir quem fez isso, mas podemos ter um caminhão caído. Também não consegui encontrar Hunter em lugar nenhum para ver se ele poderia consertar." Roman explica, passando a mão pelo cabelo e encolhendo os ombros.

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@secrettyrant roman x isaac - roman's place

A good man dies the same way a bad one does. Bleeding out on the pavement. The difference is, a good man's death means something.

His father's words loop in Roman's head like a skipping record. Have done for days now, maybe longer. It's all he hears. Drowning out the We all loved Tío. I'm sorry for your loss. Meaningless words, really. He can't even feel the anger simmering low in his gut. It's there, but distant, blurred out by his father's voice. By the finality in it. By the way Tío had always known. Always been prepared to die a Saint.

Roman's eyes flick over the case file. He shouldn't have this. Officially, it's not his case, not even his problem. But here it is, the real thing, not some redacted summary that gets sent up the chain. He's been sitting on it for too long. Tomorrow morning, it'll be back on the right desk. But for now, it stays in front of him. Eyes burning through every detail. Piecing together a story that's just vague enough to be accepted in a report. Suspicious.

He hears the apartment door open, but Roman doesn't look up. Just lets out a breath through his noise, somewhere between a laugh and a huff. He always regrets giving his brother a key, but tonight, he doesn't mind. "In here." he calls out. The spare room is cramped, messy, and calling it an office would be a fucking joke. It's the kind of space meant for a crib, some baby toys, a life he never built. Instead, it's cluttered with case files, old reports, an empty ashtray. A single lamp flickers, the bulb literally fucking dying right under his nose. I'll get to it tomorrow. "Whiskey's on the side." he adds, voice as level as ever like his father's words aren't still ringing in his skull. "Or...there's beer. For your unrefined palate." he grins at that, at least. Their dad would've laughed.

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@waterfallswords roman x isra - gallery thing bc essie started a trend

He can be cunning when he wants to be. Usually, any hint of a job involving a gallery or art, Roman is huffing his sarcastic comments. 'The only danger at one of those things would be someone lifting a fucking painting off the wall.' But it becomes obvious why Roman attends this one when Isra arrives. After hearing through the grapevine that she'd be there, he was practically first to put his name down for the job. Not that there was any use. The two haven't spoken for months, but Roman is convinced there's been clear messages sent through her latest releases. Still, all that can happen are hesitant glances across the gallery as Isra maintains her distance.

Roman waits patiently for any opportunity to arise and when it does, his hand reaches for Isra's arm before she can pass him by. He thinks the words would automatically fall from his mouth after that but Roman freezes, wearing a subtly stunned expression that somewhat mirrors Isra's as she stares at him. "Sorry." he realizes his hand is still gripped around her wrist and he drops it away in the next instant. "I just, I need to talk to you without..." an audience, but his gaze sweeps through the gallery and all of the figures dotted by the art. Roman quickly decides this is worst idea to date and throws a hand up in surrender. "You know what, forget it. I just heard the song and I thought..." he puffs out air. "Can we just talk? Properly?"

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@wilddwcrds roman x carina - cross cabin

"Trago boas notícias, Rina." Roman announces with playful optimism as he enters the cabin, finally knowing it's where he'll find his sister after his uneventful search around the town. "Alguém decidiu dar uma volta com um caminhão e bateu direto na parede perto da garagem." he waves a hand to the cabin door before shrugging at Carina and wandering closer so he can ruffle some of Toby's hair. "Deixaram o camião com as duas portas abertas, então acho que procuramos dois culpados." he explains, before laughing slightly. "Não quero apontar o dedo, então deixarei isso para você."