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jonathan--drake:

“If you put a hotel there, I’ll have to stop playing nice, Q,” Jon said with a grin as he took a swig of his beer, leaning back in his seat at the kitchen table. It was rare that he had a night off, that either of them did, especially the same one but as fate would have it, they were both around for once. Needing to clear his head of work, council and hospital, and far too exhausted to be sociable, Jonathan brought up the game they’d played since they were kids. “And you know I’ve been going easy on you,” he joked, awaiting his brother’s move. @quentindrake

It was hard not to let out a laugh as Jonathan threatened him so blatantly. They’d been doing this since the game began and it would never get old. He may not have been entirely clever with the comebacks but he was very good at this game. “Is going easy on me code for you being a sore loser,” Quentin commented as he made the exact move his brother had wanted him to avoid times two. The tiny little hotels now side by side as he beamed.

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tctumdrcke:

          “Why is Santa’s sack so big–?” The shifter asked as she tried her best to keep her cackling to a minimum. “Because he only comes once a year.”

“It’s moments like this when I wish I was a violent person.”

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aurorablcke:

          “—-You can totally keep staring but I’m not sharing any of this,” the human muttered before stuffing her mouth with another large chunk of the chocolate cake.

“I...I didn’t mean to stare. Sorry.”

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trisxtalbot:

The pain rippled through him as he tugged the shirt over his head, stepping through the underbrush of the forest. This shift had been different, forced despite his lack of wanting to, and he’d hurt himself during. He could feel the soreness in his shoulders, his body working to heal but the lasting pain still present. Hearing the sound of someone else out in the forest with him, Tristan suddenly stiffened, recalling the last time. “– It is not particularly wise to be out here so late.” Even if the curfew had been removed, he still felt that there needed to be something to keep innocent individuals from wandering into something they shouldn’t.

Having been out late and in his owl form Quentin hadn’t really expected to see anyone. His sharp eyes had spotted the wolf and he’d flown off to leave whomever it was be but somehow they were back in each other’s paths now. Human this time at least as he walked awkwardly among the brush. “I’m as wise as they come seeing as I was out here as an Owl and all,” Q joked when he recognized whom it was he had stumbled upon.

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elizcbethdrake:

                 “I almost kissed you for that! Thanks for the save, bud.”

“If you kiss me I’m going to retaliate. You’re acting odd. If you want to ask me for something else you may as well just do it. You know you’ll convince me no matter what as long as you stop calling me Bud.”

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hanna-vanxallen:

“I mean, how long have you been here, Q? Think you’ve probably proven yourself just a bit. I bet they’d be happy to give you more work which is strange to ask for but…this is Red Creek, right?”

“Just a couple years but I appreciate the vote of confidence. I will. I will definitely bring it up. And yeah I’d say everything about Red Creek is a little strange. So is there anything else I could do for you or should I stop keeping you from your work?”

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vincepetrov:

“Vince. Pretty sure the point of a Rorschach is that you never intentionally see shit.”

“No I get that. I just mean it’s not as if the killing had anything to do with that. Blood tells a story sure but it’s pretty much a set one whereas Rorschach is more broadly interpreted.”

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delicaitlyn:

“Nothing.” She backtracked, offering something of a smile. Quentin had known her inside and out, and maybe he’d already known more than enough about the supernatural world, but she didn’t need to have him look at her differently for all the thoughts that encircled her head. “Are you..– did you want to grab coffee.. or something, I don’t know.”

“Okay,” Quentin agreed his voice hesitant and still questioning. He didn’t understand what she meant but he had an itching suspicion that something was amiss. The only reason he didn’t press was because of their current situation. Had they not fallen apart so quickly and had things been like they used to be he would have urged her to confide in him. Instead they continued to treat one another as strangers. “I’m not. Busy I mean...if that’s what you were asking. Yes. Coffee would be good. We could do that.”

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vincepetrov:

“Don’t gotta apologize to me, Bill Nye. You’re sayin’ you’ve never seen a questionable image in the blood spatter on a wall before? Callin’ bullshit on that one.”

“Drake...er Quentin Drake I mean. No I’ve seen some things for sure but they aren’t intentional or anything so I don’t pay them much attention.”

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rhaecolwyn:

It was an instinctual reaction, nearly rushing over to catch the pile of papers he refused to let her see. Pulling back Rhaella nodded only then to shake her head. “Then don’t let me see - don’t let me see them if it bothers you that much”

“I just...I d-don’t wanna get in any trouble. I really l-love my job,” Quentin attempted to explain as his gaze shifted from her to the floor in an almost manic fashion. “S-Sorry.”

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foreveryoungalbus:

“Oh, well, to me you’re a police officer, after all, you help them with the cases and everything. You may not go to the field, but you’re still important, everyone that works at the police station is. Yeah, I hope so too, if there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know”

For a moment Quentin was unable to form a reply and all he could do was smile and nod, which seemed silly and like he was agreeing and being cocky probably. “W-Well thanks for saying so. It’s uh...nice to know people can see I do help. And thanks for the offer as well. We mostly just need people to be careful and report things when they see something.”

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hanna-vanxallen:

“I do, and so does Dex– we’ve been trying to close this case for ages. This’ll help. I think that’d be smart if it really doesn’t affect your workload. You’ve got it all down here, don’t you?” Hanna asked, glancing around his work space curiously.

“I’m glad I could help then. It’s all I really wanna do after all,” Q answered softly with a shy smile. “I try my best to keep it all set up in a system, yeah. Guess I’ll just have to casually mention I can handle more work and see how it goes, huh?”

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reidxfraser:

“So – I’m sure you have to abide by rules and laws, but I was wondering…did any of the recent deaths point towards an animal attack? Like a dog, or a pack of dogs. – Thanks, not sure how well I’m adjusting just yet.”

“Recent? No not really. Seems pretty straight forward with the bullets and stuff. I think animal attacks would be easier right about now. Not that it changes anything. People would still be dying and that’s no good. Anyways if you need anything just ask.”

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delicaitlyn:

The not dying thing seems to be going well. Had her heart still beat in her chest it might have struggled against those words, but as ironic as it was, it didn’t, and she was already dead. “Oh..–” It wasn’t.. it wasn’t at all, if anything.. Caitlyn spent most of her time thinking of all the different ways her own true death could come sooner. “I mean, it could be going better but, I’m working on it. Still here, or whatever.”

The awkward pause brought back some of the tension and Quentin wondered how it had ever gotten this way between them. He’d always trusted Caitlyn and never held anything back from her. Not like with most people. Yet here they were with an ocean between them. Confusion furrowed his brows when she finally spoke once more. “What do you mean by that?”