Because one wasn't enough

One is Rich. The other is Bel. They're both Agent Looker. And they're both crazy. A joint blog for asklooker and secret-agent-man-looker's muses because apparently wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey issues decided that Rich and Bel needed their own terrible sitcom. (Mostly just a storage blog for random art and drabbles and other posts relevant to their relationship, but we don't mind asks! c:)

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Looker-on!

"Looker on...what?" The agent asked, "I...I do not understand? Of what context is this? Hm... perhaps Mister Hawkshaw will understand..." 

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Looker-on!

The elder of the two agents scowled.

"Onlookers are to refrain from looking on Lookers or switching Lookers on. Thank you."

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"Welcome back," the elder agent greeted as his housemate returned from shopping.

However, he paused to stare at what the younger officer was bringing in.

"...What is that large box for?" he asked curiously.

The younger grinned brightly. "It is a tool which will make our lives easier! I have noticed you are always cleaning in the same fashion, and that you are perhaps requiring better assistance."

"...I am perfectly content simply sweeping dust with a broom," he noted, suddenly feeling the need to guard himself.

His companion brushed him off and carried the box to the middle of the living room in order to unpack what quickly turned out to be a brand new vacuum cleaner. He happily plugged it in for testing, starting the machine and letting it roar.

"Aha! Mister Hawkshaw, look!" he beamed excitedly over the noise, lifting the piece of carpet that the vacuum was now stuck to. "With strength such as this, the house will now be much cleaner and in much less time!"

The elder agent simply eyed his partner's new toy with a scowl as he remained very comfortably hidden on the other side of the sofa.

...Which, visibly, did not go unnoticed.

"Come now, mister Hawkshaw," the officer chuckled, looking just a little bit too smug, "do not tell me you are afraid of vaccum cleaners?"

The elder agent responded by ducking with an angry Meowth hiss when the younger detective came nearer are teasingly directed his newfound weapon at him. The smirk only grew wider when he gave another teasing prod and the elder housemate ducked even farther back.

"Can you not?!" he snapped, looking at the vacuum with what appeared to be a mixed sense of annoyance and disgust. A snigger and a last prod were enough to cause the elder agent to quickly slink off the sofa and scramble his way over to the hall and stick his tongue out at the younger housemate before fleeing upstairs.

The detective grinned, proceeding to vacuum around the living room. He'd been excited about investing in a lazier solution than sweeping, but finding something he could use to poke at his partner with was probably the best thing that was going to happen that day. Ooh, this is going to be fun!

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♪When there’s a crime out there, he’s going to comb his hair because he is the good-looking guy♪

Rich simply smiled, drinking in the compliments weither they were intended for him or not, "T-Thank you, h-however, I hardly believe I would comb my hair in such a suspenseful moment!" 

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♪When a crime breaks out all the cute girls shout "Get the good-looking guy!"♪

Rich glanced to his right, then to his left… Not a sign of Bel to be found! A rather strange occurrence, but Rich simply smiled a dorky little smile and leaned forward as he spoke between his childish chuckles, “W-Well, thank you! But… If a crime should occur… The criminal should be caught, not the police, dearest Anon!”

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[knock-knock] Yoo-Hoo, Bellocchio!

The agent reflexively cringed and made a disgusted face before slinking away. Nope, not dealing, no way- He was gonna let Rich handle this because wow.

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- Drawing meme, pallet n°12, requested by secret-agent-man-looker

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Whew... Thank goodness you are here, Thought Police.

"But...we are not a psychic capable of reading the minds of others??" the older agent asked, confused.

The younger sighed. "Listen, I am afraid we have no clue as to what the Thought Police is- however, we are agents of the International Police, so we can try to help you regardless!"

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Bel will never, ever, miss a chance to tease the young man of the Network. Poor Rich doesn't have a chance to argue, meanwhile.

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How to tell Bel and Rich apart:

Bel :

The red one

Wears a tie when in 'casual' clothing

Has sideburns

Is the smug and immature one

Rich :

The blue one

Wears straps when in 'casual' clothing

Does not have sideburns

Is easily confused and flustered by Bel's antics

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Have Bel and Rich chillin' in front of the TV.

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"This just in- Archer enjoys speaking to himself."

The agent took his eyes off the coffee machine in order to turn and look and his younger companion who was sipping his own drink and staring at the screen in his hand. The agent remained silent for a moment as he tried to choose among the dozen comebacks that popped in his mind all at once.

"...Perhaps I may remind you that by conversing with me, you are theoretically doing the same?" he offered to the younger agent finally. Although on second thought maybe he should've questioned why he had Proton's phone details.

He blinked when his housemate chuckled rather half-heartedly. "Ah, but mister Hawkshaw, I do not regard us as being the same person," he replied, smiling. "Not when you are far more great and wise than will ever be."

He didn't answer.

He crossed his arms, quietly watching his partner a moment. He didn't understand how the younger man could feel that way- how he could think so little of himself, like he wasn't worth being with, like he didn't have the right to be here.

How could he consider himself as being worth less than the older agent when it was very possibly the opposite?

He sighed, moving away from the coffee machine and taking a seat next to his younger partner. "Listen...when I was your age, I was bound a wheelchair," he began quietly. He shot a quick glance down at his right hand which had subconsciously started gripping his left arm again, and slowly unwrapped his fingers from his limb. "I could do nothing on my own. I required Melody's aid even for basic, daily activities such as bathing or dressing. And even after my recovery, I had not gone on such large missions as you do- I have only come to cross paths with criminal groups such as Galactic or Plasma in very recent years."

He shook his head and offered his youger housemate a heartfelt smile. "If you are capable of such feats now, I cannot begin to imagine what sorts of actions you will achieve in twenty years, when you finally reach my age."

"M-Mister Hawkshaw..." the younger agent breathed.

The next thing he knew, the younger housemate's lips split into a wide grin and suddenly the older agent found himself being wrapped into a hug.

He chuckled and tried to return the embrace as best as he could in his current position. "You still have much ahead of you, my friend..."

...So please, don't ever think you're worthless.

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In honor of Nilla's first legit post, let's all gather around and imagine that Richard knows how to use current, non-police work technology (like that of Snapchat) and this just sneaks Bel into every silly little selfie he takes (let's also imagine that he's mastered the art of selfies, too!)

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Rich gazed with the affection of 2612 forgetful panicky puppies. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

- Nilla's favorite quote as caused by the plot generator

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A Deep Romance - by Key

Bel is a slender, strong and helpful detective from the country. His life is going nowhere until he meets Rich, a handsome, hot man with a passion for justice.

Bel takes an instant disliking to Rich and the peculiar and clumsy ways he learnt during his years in Sinnoh.

However, when a mass murderer tries to shoot Bel, Rich springs to the rescue. Bel begins to notices that Rich is actually rather kind at heart.

But, the pressures of Rich's job as a detective leave him blind to Bel's affections and Bel takes up coffee to try an distract himself.

Finally, when ruthless criminal, Archer, threatens to come between them, Rich has to act fast. But will they ever find the deep love that they deserve?

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((Playing around with an automatic plot generator leads to wonderful things))

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...And here's to making our very first post by posting a gif of two Kalos-natives who decided to sum up Eurovision with a dance because obviously the club can't handle them.

Let the shenanigans begin.