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~Nightwatch

@coellus He’d been in the city for a few weeks at the very least. He’d been vaguely aware of paying attention to the days, mostly whenever he woke up or had to figure out what day he was working or what days he could pick up his paycheck. He’d never get sick of the hotel food after eating green goop for nearly a whole year, and as long as the food was mostly human oriented he could deal. What he couldn’t deal with was this job he’d been handed to by the city. Police work was never something he ever pictured himself doing, and as a cadet it was even worse. He felt as if he was back at the Garrison, with the judgemental instructors and the administration that couldn’t seem to understand how he functioned. It drove him nuts and today was no exception. Whoever the hell had been made to give role call for his shift was already giving him some needless lecture about how he’d driven off his last overseer. Well, good as far as he was concerned - the guy was a jerk anyway.

What he expected was to be put on leave for the day. With no one to keep an eye on him, he was considered too unreliable for field work and he was absolutely terrible with the paperwork and so he’d been used to the last few times having just been sent home with or without pay. He never minded, in fact he was actually looking forward to it. Despite his irritation going home and relaxing before starting his nightly worked? Sounded like a dream. Instead he was assigned another instructor, and he had to remind himself not to dig his nails into his palms as the man was telling him where to go. Well, at the very least he wasn’t trying to listen to a sheep - it would have just annoyed him more in this state anyway. He didn’t hide the way he shoved his feet into the ground as he stomped down the hall. His mind was already teetering around the verge of wanting to hit something so as soon as he approached the door he shoved it in. The slam it made as it hit the backwall only registered to him a second too late, his anger not fading but temporarily retreating as he tried to fish for some way of apologizing for possibly making a dent in the wall. “Uh... I didn’t mean..” He spoke, eyes darting over to the man at the desk and he froze. It was impossible not to notice the metal arm, the scar across the bridge of his nose, the white tuft of hair...

“...Shiro?” His voice sounded a lot shakier then he had wanted it to sound, his chest swelling and he didn’t even give the man proper time to answer before he’d ran into him, arms wrapping around him and he was actually alive, not evaporated into thin air and missing from inside his Lion. Any thought about not wanting to be here today was only consumed with thoughts of the past and the man in front of him and be damned he didn’t care if the other reciprocated the hug or not. Everyone thought he was MIA if not dead and just.... he wasn’t prepared for this today.

[missabaddon]

Based on some lingerie I got today.

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Pastries and Memories

@yellasunshine

Over the past few weeks the police had been trying to capture the fugitives who had been in a spree of rampant thefts. Every few days they’d find another shop to claim as their own - taking anything that’d suit their fancy and anything they could snag from the register before vanishing without a trace. From what Keith had remembered hearing from the briefing they’d come in guns at the ready - never shoot anything - and yet manage to get everything they want. Keith got that not everyone could know how to handle a gun (or deal with one being pointed at them) but how these guys had gotten so lucky and made a mockery of the very place he’d worked for (much to his distaste and amusement) was still surprising. He stepped along the concrete, keeping pace with his walky talky on his belt. The line he’d jumped too was blessedly silent and unless he had something to report he wasn’t going to switch to another one. He’d been told to try to gather information from the local shops and that’s what he planned to do as he walked into a nearby bakery. If anyone asked if it was because of the smell he wouldn’t lie - earthen food still felt nostalgic to him and the smell of this bakery was... familiar. He couldn’t quite place it but he’d probably come back in here again later to try and figure that out but first up on his plate was work.

“Excuse me,” He walked up to the counter. Despite the wafting aroma of freshly baked pastries of some kind there was no one else in the store aside from the lone man he could see in the back. He raised a brow, the man looking familiar but he couldn’t be sure and so he spoke again. “Sir, excuse me but I’d like to-”

He paused, any words that he’d had prepared to ask for questions about suspicious activity or anything of the sort dropped cold on his tongue. He stared, the man turning around so he could more properly see his face and after a moment of surprise Keith finally managed to speak up. “...Hunk?”

[najbolje-drugarice]

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