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@zakaigraham
@zakaigraham
Bear was checking pictures from his phone and when he found the picture of a business card he had gotten some time ago a grin spread on his lips. He had nothing to do today and there was no reason why not to send a message, so..
[TXT] Hey Mr. Detective, you got time for the case of disappearing pants?
[TXT] Ah, hadn’t heard from you in a while so I figured you found them.
[TXT] Have you been without pants this long?
divineluther:
“I thought you were a private investigator. Weird.” Luther toes his shoes off for extra comfort. “Duh, of course I have a job. I’m going to succeed my dad’s business one day. But I can’t tell you what that is, sorry.”
“Nope, thanks for reading my card.” he laughed because of course Luther hadn’t even bothered to do the bare minimum of research. “So...your dad has a business and you can’t speak about it? Are you joining the mob?”
divineluther:
“Well that’s rude of you, but fine. Then I won’t get undressed.” Luther wiggles a little, until he’s able to face his body so he’s easily looking at Zakai. “Lie down, we’ll relax together. Why are you even investigating that case? Did her rich family hire you to find out The Truth?”
“I’m a police detective, did you not catch that part? It’s my job...” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Do you have a job? Do you usually invite yourself over to people’s beds?”
is it in my blood?
peculiarmoonbear:
Bear just shrugged at the bunch of questions. “I’m a free spirit, always have been.” Funny how he sort of had acted like a wolf even when he had been just a human, and now that he was a wolf and he had lived in the forest with a pack for several years, he was even more like a wild animal now. Just doing what he pleased for the fun of it. “Besides, how can you meet new people if you won’t be open to get to know those you meet and exchange few words with?”
“well meeting people and inviting someone up aren’t exactly the same. But I’m not judging, everyone has their different process so I appreciate you and your process.” he chuckled, “just text me. Maybe we can get to know each other better if we take it a little slower.”
lockout || ira&&open
pretty-succuboy:
“See!” Ira said fervently, holding his hand out for the key and brushing off the desk guy as he tried to explain something about replacement locks, snatching the little key from his hand. “Thank youuuu.” Relieved, he followed the guy over to the stairs, adding a genuine “Thanks, man, you saved my ass back there. That guy is always a dick to me!” before starting up the stairs.
“I hope that I didn’t just vouch for a serial killer or robber. You don’t mind if I follow you up? To clear my conscious?” He asked as he joined Ira up the stairs and assumed he must live in a lower floor if he was taking the stairs. “you didn’t have your ID with you? Any other information to help?”
is it in my blood?
nevermorenox:
Nox initially appeared as if he was clueless to what the stalker was talking about. But he gave up and sighed. “Ok.” Holding up the pad and handing it over but snatching it back quick. “Wait…wanna see a magic trick?” Holding the pad up in one hand and snapping his fingers with the other just before the pad caught fire and was reduced to ash. He let the action take effect before he waved his hand and made the pad reappear in perfect condition. “Tada!”
Zakai’s patience was being tested, and as much as he was trying to not pick fights with people who were irrelevant to his purpose, it was hard when someone was clearly looking for one.
Naturally, the so-called ‘magic trick’ was less than amusing, and after the boy was done, Zakai snatched his notepad back. “underwhelming.” he said as he pocketed it and walked away from him before things escalated.
divineluther:
Luther frowns, before he ducks past Zakai and lies down, face first. “I’m not sleeping. I’m here to talk and get a massage. So anyway, how was your day?” he asks, hugging the pillow, so he can rest his chin on top of it.
Zakai sighed and leaned against his bedroom wall, “Not giving you a massage but my day was fine. Just went out for a run, grabbed some lunch and did some more looking into the case but that’ about it. I was hoping to relax for the rest of the day.”
divineluther:
“I’m not dumb?” Luther frowns, stopping before he bumps into Zakai. Not that it would be a bad thing if he did. “I’m going to lay down. Like I said, I had an exhausting night.”
“I met you once, and I didn’t invite you to sleep on my bed. I’m sorry this is getting kind of weird...You sure you don’t have any friends to call? Should I call your parents?”
divineluther:
Luther grins when he sees his stalker and sashays inside his rather poor apartment. “This lady at the restaurant flirted with me, then pretended not to know who I am. Totally pissed me off,” he sighs, letting his jacket fall to the floor as he heads for — the couch looks too cheap, so he switches directions — Zakai’s bedroom. “Can you give me a massage?”
“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not. You know the whole playing dumb thing isn’t actually attractive, right? Nobody ends up marrying them.” He steps in front of hi bedroom door to prevent Luther from going in, “what are you doing?”
divineluther:
@zakaigraham
When Luther arrives he decides to kick the door, since knocking can be too hard on his gentle hands. “It’s me. Are you in sweatpants?” He’s still dressed in his outfit from the disaster dinner, but that’s the only connection there will be between then and now. Luther is determined to have a good rest of the night.
Zakai came to the door, he was wearing casual clothes but they were jeans and a tshirt not sweatpants like the younger man predicted, “please don’t ever kick my door again.” he said as he stepped aside to allow him to come in, “so what’s wrong?”
text >> zakai
Luther: It's Luther!
Luther: where are you, I'm distressed :'(
Zakai: Oh hey
Zakai: I'm at home, it's my day off so I was kind of just trying to be low key
text >> zakai
Luther: omg we'll talk in person!
Luther: location
Zakai: I'd like to know who I'm speaking with before arranging a meeting
text >> zakai
Luther: hi, it's me
Luther: i had an awful day. where are you at? i'll come hang out.
Zakai: Sorry, who's 'me'?
lockout || ira&&open
Ira had been away for a few days, resting, recuperating, using his demon powers to alter his vessel until he found it suitably hot enough, and was on his way back to Celestial Tower. Now that the whole fuss about his powers had been resolved, he was definitely feeling more equipped to have a good meal, thank Lucifer himself. Unfortunately, it appeared that on his little excursion, he had left his key…somewhere, and his demon charm did not seem to be working on the front desk person. “No, no, no, I swear I live here– you’ve seen me before! Can I just get a replacement key so that I can get into my apartment?” He glanced over his shoulder, grabbing someone by the arm. “Look, they’ll vouch for me, right? They’ve seen me around, they know I live here.”
Zakai was walking down the lobby when he was pulled into a situation that he certainly didn’t anticipate. As he stole a glance at the ginger and tried to gather enough information about what was going on, he realized that he actually had never seen this person but he also didn’t sense that he was lying. “I have. He lives here. Actually, I can walk you up since we’re both going the same way.”
is it in my blood?
familiar-asten:
“Asking someone what they’re nervous about is rather upfront.” And kind of rude. Asten wasn’t about to divulge into why he was so nervous and on edge. He also wasn’t human, so this human custom thing meant little to him. He just didn’t really do that whole opening up to strangers thing. “You’re right though. Your name doesn’t really help. I’m not big on discussing my stuff with people I don’t really know.” Especially in this place.
“Fair enough.” he nodded. He could tell the guy was closed off and not comfortable with the line of questioning which Zakai could respect. But he was also in the middle of a murder investigation and that didn’t exactly seem to sit well with him. “Well I hope you’re alright, whatever it is. I’d offer to help but I’m sure you don’t like to take help from strangers either.”
is it in my blood?
emmanuel-dsi:
Emmanuel bestowed the man with a snort. “Protect others? From what, my nihilism?” It was the only method of protection he could offer the public, he supposed. An act of profound generosity: locking himself into his one-bedroom apartment long enough to neutralize the acid bite on his tongue. He deserved a Nobel peace prize for his service.
Their eyes met the yellow paint splotches at the same time. His shoulders remained slumped. “No more than the usual.”
What most DSI agents didn’t understand was his need for competency. What most of them lacked was just that.
The jury was still out on Zakai.
Emmanuel took a seat across from him, aching back meeting the lobby’s couch cushions. They were stiff. He fished for a pack of cigarettes.
“Almost sounds like you have a crush on me. That’s cute.”
He realized he finished the pack an hour ago. Fucking hell.
“Any epiphanies, or is the brainstorming just for show?”
“Is that how crushes work? I didn’t know weddings required them, thank for enlighten me.” he teased as he also sat back, not finding the seats nearly as uncomfortable. “you can’t smoke inside of the lobby, that’s why people go outside to smoke.” he pointed out.
“I can’t tell you. we don’t share the same cases and I don’t want to cloud your mind with my judgement when it’s so clouded by all of the cheerful thoughts you have going on all day.” he laughed, taking out his pad as he reviewed today’s notes. “it’s interesting. The murder, I just find it interesting how it developed but I can’t really say much beyond that.”
Looking up at Emmanuel he paused, “what are you working on? Any cats missing? How about stolen gym clothes?”
is it in my blood?
peculiarmoonbear:
Bear stopped mid-step, his right leg still in air when Zakai said he had no time right now. Bear hadn’t expected that. Damn it. He put his foot down and turned to face the guy again. “Sure. I’m pretty certain the case of mystery pants won’t solve itself.” Bear took out his phone, took a picture of the business card, returned the phone in his pocket, pulled out a pen – lucky him for wearing his work clothes because there was probably three different pens there –, wrote his phone number on the other side of the card and offered the card back to the guy. “Probably better if you give me a call when you have time to solve another mystery.”
Zakai’s curiosity was peaked, what was it about this world that people seemed so forward? Was it the city? The building itself? It really was rather remarkable the amount of confidence everyone seemed to carry. “Do you do this often? Exchange a couple of words with guys and invite them back over? Aren’t you afraid it’d turn sour?”
