May 7, 2025
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“.... I doubt im supposted to be here, but whatever. Heard others were here.”
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“.... I doubt im supposted to be here, but whatever. Heard others were here.”
(ooc: i hate this guy .aff)
"Ohh that's such a cool name! It's nice to meet you, Daryan" Sorrel jumps up and down a little while still smiling.
"Uhh family? I have an aunt but she never visits anymore since she started living in the sea. Uh, I think that's what my papa meant, he said it weird" Sorrel looks a little to the side in thought. What he seems to mean was 'sleeping with the fishes' but he doesn't seem to know what that means. "Are you gonna call her? I don't think Mama and Papa would like that, the three were always yelling at each other"
“...” that made everything harder for Daryan. He had to take a deep breath before standing up and ruffling his weird looking hair and thinking real hard. He looked around, then at the kid once again, he couldnt leave the kid with just anyone, not when apparently his aunt and parents always argued and shit. ... Maybe hed be able to take the kid himself to his own house, atleast for the night.
“... Would you wanna spend the night with me today?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. He didnt want to force the kid— but he really had no else option at all.
"I'm eight!" The kid seemed to have no idea what's going on exactly or the state his parents are in, it almost seemed like this was normal to him.
"What's your name, mister? mine is Sorrel"
“.... Daryan. Daryan Crescend.” he said, ruffling the kids hair in a gentle way. “nice to meet, kid.” he smiled— good lord, where was he supposted to leave a 8 y/o orphan now? Could he even take the kid in with himself. Maybe- who knew? He certainly didnt. He had to stop to think for a bit. Nodding gently to himself before looking at the crime scene and then getting up and holding the kid up on his arms.
“... Do you have any else family, kid?” he questioned— he needed to know it, he couldnt leave the kid alone or in an orphanage, it was hell.
The kid giggles happily when his hair gets ruffled. "Oh, mama and papa are still in there" The kid points at the house with the crime scene inside "I was in there too but the nice Mr Officer told me to go out here to the de-tec-tiv" The boy turns back to look up at Daryan once more "Is that you?"
Daryans body almost visibly tenses before he falls silence. He looked towards the crime scene beforw looking at the kid. Ofcourse this kid was the kid of the victims... And why would the police even tell them to see Daryan of all people? That actually really didnt make sense for him. Daryan looked away and took a deep breath, before looking at the kid and nodding. “Yeh, thats me. I’m the detective.”
Carefully, Daryans hand rested on the kids shoulder. “.. how old are you, kid?” he questioned- hed need to make more questioning to the kid now— including knowing if he had any extended family or not at all. He couldnt leave details off... Nor could send the kid to an orphanage, they werent good enough for a shark lover like the kid and Daryan too.
One beautiful and sunny morning, Daryan was standing outside some house, preparing to go inside to the crime scene.
While he was deep in thought he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. Looking down he saw a little boy staring at him with wide eyes. "You look like my plushie mister" And indeed, the little guy was holding a shark plush in his arms
The silence felt heavy to Daryan after observing the child and the shark plushie. He had to look away before sighing in a frustrated way. Carefully, the man knelt down and patted the kids hair softly and gently, but ruffled it too. “you know it.” he smirked, to make the kid happy— he couldnt go out there scaring kids now, could he? Ofcourse not, not could he swear despite the urges.
“... Where are your parents, kid.” he questioned suddenly— but in all his right, what WAS a child doing at a crime scene this late in the evening? It wasnt normal at all. How did the kid even get there? That was the better question. Who was the reckless idiot that let a child wander off near to a crime scene..?
I've not cried this much over a fucking video game, why did no one tell me this game would absolutely ruin me?????
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