perry-flynn

[perry-flynn]

Perry, who had been a detective most of his adult life, and an avid people watcher long before, found it hard not to notice people. Especially in a place like Hatters, where folk went about like their table gave them their own little bubble of the world. He knew it was insanely rude, and a terrible habit, but sometimes it did work in his favour.

He'd caught himself looking a little too long at a young woman sat at the table across from him a couple of times, curious about the nature of her work. She didn't seem to be studying anything, but she was scribbling away furiously, and didn't seem at all satisfied.

He knew such a face well, from sitting up in his office until ridiculous hours of day and night trying to get a break in a case. After a while, he got up to approach her table, his mug still in hand, hoping he wasn't overstepping or being rude. "...You know, you can add an asterisk to a google search if you're missing a word or part of a phrase. Or, if you want to see what sort of stuff comes up often in association with whatever you're looking up. If you... It looks like you're into some kind of research, so.."

@joanna-vane

these are my files | Peranna

[perry-flynn]

"You'll make sure to be around to poke fun at me." Perry muttered sardonically, the dark twist to his face only lasting a moment, quickly taken by surprise as his chair tips onto the back legs for just a moment, his arms flailing out towards the desk and quickly seeming to realise how foolish they are when the chair settles again almost right away, left clinging on when he didn't need to.

He huffs, staring daggers at Errol's back, where he's already staring out the window.

When he looks back just to assess Perry's grey he huffs again, sending a puff of hair flying up from his forehead for a moment. There were, indeed, some greys. Even if he wasn't the sort to lament over such things or spend too long staring at himself in the mirror, he'd spotted them too.

"S'my office, anyway." He points out, like that means he doesn't have to be the nice one of the operation. "The paperwork is enough of a headache, I'm not... smiling at people, too."

@hngrylikethewoolf

worse for wear || perol

[perry-flynn]

Perry was not much for celebrations. Or decorations. His own home was entirely devoid of the latter- and mostly devoid of the former, too- but a few years back he'd decided he ought to doll up the agency for special holidays, at least, like most of the businesses in town did. Better to blend in when it came to stuff like that, and people appreciated the festive touch.

For his part, Perry hated dealing with the damn tree. He should get a fake one, really, but for all that he couldn't be bothered putting up his own, the pine fresh smell reminded him of Christmas at home, so real it was, despite the headache.

He was ambling over there just now, though not to deal with the tree, just to sort out a couple of deliveries that had arrived and make sure nothing had gone awry in the very brief time he'd taken off for Christmas, when the chime of a greeting voice stopped him. Perry paused, and looked at the fellow a moment, leaflets in hand. He wasn't overly familiar, but Perry was sure he'd seen him about. "...Yes, actually."

Swynlake did have its ways of bringing people together. "I've got one up at the office that I'm putting off dealing with.. Is that- are you-" Perry gestured towards the flyers, "smart sort of service to offer, this time of year."

@wolf-innsheepsclothing

Stick Recovery Service - Open

[perry-flynn]

"Ah, if there's more than one brain involved in the matter I fear it will only end up a battle of frustration. I'll be dramatic enough over the whole thing doing it by myself." Perry waves away the offer, sure he'll end up muttering to himself into the small hours of the morning over the whole thing, but also sure it would be easier handled alone.

He could handle some paperwork, even if the numbers of it all could make him feel a bit too clinical. Perry didn't like turning the people he helped into financial figures.

"I'm not young.." He said with a chuckle, kicking back further in his chair and settling the documents down on the desk, reaching for a notebook instead to jot some thoughts down. "Either way, I think you should be the nice one and I'll keep my head in the papers."

@hngrylikethewoolf

worse for wear || perol

[perry-flynn]

"Ah, right." Of course, it made sense that it would be from an old injury. Perry had seen the scares before he'd just never asked. Didn't tend to pry about that kind of stuff in general, which maybe made him a bit of a rubbish mate in scenarios like this because he didn't know what to do to help.

He went very quietly back into the kitchen and checked for the basic things he needed; milk, bread, that sort of stuff. If he'd been out of commission a few days there was a chance he needed a few things. Perry went back to the living room with a mental list, and settled in an arm chair to take a look over the case notes. "Did you find anything? I haven't come into much of note yet, myself." @hngrylikethewoolf

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

[perry-flynn]

Perry frowned again at the sight of him, toeing off his shoes and settling them neatly by the sofa, confident enough that Errol's dogs weren't going to go for the laces, unlike his own nightmare cat. Then he padded quietly over to the table for the painkillers, back through to the kitchen for a glass of water too, setting both down delicately by Errol.

"Two days?" He echoes in quiet concern, "that... Have you spoken to a doctor? That seems too long..." Not that he was a doctor, but Errol was a healthy and fit man for his age, so this seemed out of the ordinary.

He shakes his head, "don't worry about the case while you're sick, mate. It's not going anywhere, especially this one. just get some rest."

@hngrylikethewoolf

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

[perry-flynn]

Perry, for his part, didn't think it was smart to rely on dogs. He knew they could be useful and had no doubt Errol's were well trained, but they were still animals, and anyone with the worst kind of intentions could plan ways past them. Maybe he did need to take a look at Errol's security measures.

For right now though he just wandered through to the kitchen for his keys, and then went to lock the door, feeling a lot better for it. He took a breath, double checking the door then returning to Errol in the living room, and the pile of blankets he was hiding under. He didn't sound good. "...Just figured I'd swing by to check in, haven't heard from you in a few days." He said, softer than before. "You need anything?"

@hngrylikethewoolf

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

[perry-flynn]

Right, no one left on the mothers' side either. So paper records, any online archives or such that might be floating about from the time that whatever happened to the man had happened. Perry pulled one of his business cards from a draw in the desk, sliding that across to her incase she didn't have one, "if you want to reach out and check in or you think of anything else you want me to know, all my contact information is on there. Email tends to be fastest way to reach me, I don't always have the agency phone on me."

Well, he usually did, but sometimes he forgot to charge it, and apparently he was supposed to have work/life balance, or something, so that seemed close enough.

He stood up, buttoning his jacket and coming around the desk to walk Eilonwy back to the door, "I'll do my best to uncover everything I can about your father, I appreciate your trusting me with a case like this, I know family matters can be... Delicate, to say the least."

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

A Dame Walked In || Eilerry

[perry-flynn]

It is neater. As loathe as Perry is to handle the actual business side of running his own business, with Errol around for more work- and honestly, an interest in offering Hiro any kind of work he might be interested in after he graduates- it's time to pin things down a bit better. "...I'll work on it this week." He sighs.

It's stopped feeling like a stop gap, at least, a way to fill time. The agency really feels... Like his life, now. Like work he's proud to do, not work that was something he took to cling on to the last vestiges of a life he'd been forced to abandon.

Perry snorts dismissively at his next comment, reaching to take a sip of his coffee. "Ah, sure. My eyes are old, I s'pose." He hums into the mug. He's aware of his face, his body in general. Gangly and sharp and somehow always a bit too skinny, despite his workout routine and reasonable diet.

@hngrylikethewoolf

worse for wear || perol

[perry-flynn]

It had been a few days since Perry had heard from Errol- not totally strange, they often went varying lengths of time without speaking, both of their jobs being so on and off. Still, he did contact him about the rather interesting case Eilonwy had put on his desk a few weeks ago, so he’d expected to hear something from him by now, even if it was only how frustrating the whole thing was.

With the weather outside turning too, Perry had already prepared his home and the office for any powercuts or such winter emergencies too, so he figured he could stop by Errol’s place to discuss the case, and ask if he needed anything while he was there. He was the well prepared sort, but Perry had a pretty well stocked inventory at the agency for this kind of thing.

When he knocked and got no answer he wasn’t that concerned- the lights weren’t on, he could be out. But he knocked a second time a little harder to be sure, and when the door gave a little, he was concerned. Perry pushed a bit and the door started to swing open. Unlocked. Perry stills for a moment, analysing. It wasn’t bashed in or broken- had Errol left in a hurry, or forgotten? Quietly, he slips into the house, his head on a swivel. Nothing seemed amiss, and the two dogs Perry knew he had weren’t making a racket anywhere, so he just kept moving through the house until he found Errol, curled up on the corner of his sofa in the dark. “Errol-” He blinked, “bloody hell mate, fright of my life. Where are your keys?”

@hngrylikethewoolf

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

[perry-flynn]

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

[perry-flynn]

"...The cat that texts.." Perry recalls the information Hiro had revealed with a nod and a chuckle, "yes, it does sound like the last thing that little nightmare needs. I imagine all I'd hear about is how hungry he is." Or about the next pair of his shoes it planned to rip to pieces. Perry quirks a brow and grins, "how interesting. Honestly I usually only feed the cat, but that might be interesting. You could find yourself being followed around by your own flock before you know it." He could imagine any person with the propensity Cass had for delicious treats would be far more appealing company than Perry, even if they couldn't communicate so well. "Right, right." Perry nodded, reminded of his earlier promise, "I'll lock up and get some shut-eye. You have a good day at work. Oh! Actually, if you see Hiro before me, tell him I solved that runaway teen case.." He waved her off from his doorway, then turned inside to shed his jacket, collapsing into his sofa bed without much further thought.

@auntcass-hamada

A Different Angle | Perry & Cass

[perry-flynn]

worse for wear || perol

[perry-flynn]

The only pristine thing he had was a leather jacket, which he'd bought impulsively after a town-wide dream of the fifties in which he was somehow the kind o guy cool enough to wear a leather jacket and throw bricks at riots. He'd never worn it, just sort of... Hung it up on the inside of his wardrobe door like a reminder that in any life he was fighting for the underdog.

"Might be useful for... Office supplies... Paperwork- taxes..." He pulled a bit of a grim face at that, a reflection of how he felt about it all, "and if we're going to work cases together, its a little neater than trying to justify two sets of receipts.." They hadn't talked at length about how it would go, but Perry imagined there might be bigger cases that would warrant both of their brains.

Perry actually laughs audibly at that remark, a burst of amusement that trails off into something a bit self deprecating. "Uh-huh, yeah. That's why you're the smooth talker and I'm not, mate. You can say that with a straight face."

@hngrylikethewoolf

worse for wear || perol

[perry-flynn]

Ah yes, his name...

Perry had been through a lot of things- more than a lot of people- in his life. But he couldn't imagine not knowing his fathers' name. She seemed prepared for whatever grim reality there might be to his life, as long as she got to know it. He resisted the urge to offer her too many more platitudes, about her family struggles or what might be ahead.

"Alright, then." Perry nodded and closed his notebook "I take it this means that your mothers' side of the family won't have much to say on the matter, though?" It was okay if they wouldn't speak much; he could harness other methods, if he thought there might be information.

He pulled out a separate notebook that was bigger, with lots of different tabs, and flipped to one labelled contacts to find a blank space, "can you write down your details for me? Of course given the nature of this case it could be a while before you hear anything from me- I assume you'd like to hear about any little snippet I might find out along the way rather than waiting for me to decide I've gathered as much as I can?" Perry was sure for his own part at least, that he'd let her know the mans' name, as soon as he could.

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

A Dame Walked In || Eilerry

[perry-flynn]

It was disarming in an entirely new way, to realize out of the blue one afternoon, that the odd conversation he could overhear from where he was sitting at a bench in a park, was a conversation being had by geese.

The monthly transformation, that had been a very obvious thing. Disarming in it's own right, yes. But singular and non-changing, on a precise schedule. Learning you could talk to animals... Perry didn't have the words for it.

He shuffled a bit awkwardly in his doorway as Cass processed the information, and was grateful she didn't pepper him with questions he'd rather not answer. "It keeps things interesting, that's for sure. Unfortunately, they all know where to find me, but clients do seem to get a kick out of it if someone wanders inside during a meeting, and a little levity can be good in that situation, so I put up with them. There's a cat around, too, but I can't talk to him. Wish I could, he's a bloody terror."

@auntcass-hamada

A Different Angle | Perry & Cass

[perry-flynn]

The stranger and more vague a case, the more Perry wanted to solve it. Not for his ego or the right to call himself just that clever, but for... Well, for the person behind the case. Whoever had come to him and said, I know it's unlikely, already defeated and throwing whatever has half a chance of sticking at the wall.

For every handful of times he'd had to admit defeat, there was one or two when he got to turn around and say, actually you're in luck, and in that moment the world was as bright as it could get. That was why he had to try.

He got the feeling even if there was little to know about this case he didn't know it all yet, but that was alright, "I can certainly take a look at what reports might've been filed. I'm more interested in whatever information they might reveal about potential witnesses or relatives and the like anyway." Perry nodded, biting his tongue on further questions about a murder charge for now-- the justice system could be a strange and slippery thing, he knew that.

Perry nodded, tapping his pen against the page and hesitating over what he wanted to say for a moment, "I have to warn you- I mean, we are looking for a dead man so I'm sure you're not expecting sunshine and roses, but by my estimate in a case like this it's more common that you won't be too pleased with whatever I can dig up..."

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

A Dame Walked In || Eilerry