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laurence nimith ([personal profile] outdistanced) wrote2025-02-10 06:43 pm
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-01 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, now it'd feel weird if they don't slip up.

[holes. Richie sighs and cards a hand through his hair.]

I hope they're only talking about the crime scene.
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-01 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ye gods, don't remind me. That was a damn grim scene.

[Both of them.]

...Personally speaking, I think a little buffer time helps keep heads cooler going into the courtroom. I wouldn't want start investigating while still reeling from the blow.

I don't like wondering, though. No.
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-01 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
No, but that was also him reacting to new bad news. Namely that his boyfriend did the deed.

It is. I don't get it either, but then again I don't come from a place steeped in bonafide magic. [Not overtly, anyway.]

...You're looking a lot better than last week, might I add. Those vines of yours had me worried.
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Demiflora?

[boy...your lore...give it to me]

...I know the feeling. In a way. [His lips thin as he considers his words carefully.] Were you dealing with a lot of loss at home as well?
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-03 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
You haven't, no. Geez Louise, I really might be the only average Joe Blow around here. What all does it entail, if I might ask?

[More seriously, however:]

...I'm sorry, then. That this is how you're being made to face it. It's a special brand of cruelty and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-06 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay genuinely not what he expected. Colour him impressed.]

No kidding? How far?

[But yeah. That. Richie nods along and feels a sympathy pang in his gut. The biggest crime here is having the kids around. They're not that young, but they're not old enough to deserve being saddled with shit like this.]

I suppose that kind of thing can happen in other ways, other places. Dementia and the like. This is...rotten. It stinks more than week-old road kill in the heat of July.

I do think...you can take a little heart in knowing it wasn't them to begin with. That the people you're getting to know are worth the effort, and it's no fault of their own things have tipped sideways. And if we're to believe the angels, they're not gone. Just...lost. Somewhere.