#((this is Tarokki shortly after she’s gotten her forensic artist license maybe… 3-ish years before DD? +

[grandepretresse]

“Aaaand right on time!”  [ Today is Tarokki’s day off, but she still finds herself at the police station for matters unrelated to anything forensic or art. No, today she’s meeting a colleague, or, well… were they friends? She guessed that they were becoming friends, at least, with how kind and cheerful the detective had been the entire time they’d worked together since she’d joined the police department as a forensic artist a few months ago. She considered him a friend, at least.] “Alright, we already decided on a café, I have the address marked on the map, we’re all good!” [ A pep talk to herself to get rid of her nerves. Tarokki had suggested the tea shop she’d worked at during her studies for their next hangout, and Bobby had been on board, with his bright cheerful smile, as always. Florilège was a place filled to the brim with flowers, surrounding giant bookshelves, in a renovated tall glasshouse. She’d mentioned it to the detective on a previous café visit together. The place was very whimsical, and an ideal place to relax and drink a variety of beverages which contained either coffee or tea. She adjusts her giant scarf on top of her coat, some strands of her short hair poking out of the wool. Her breath was visible in the chilly winter air, and she swayed on her feet as she waited for detective Bobby Fulbright to arrive, a smile already on her face.]

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Fulbright, on the other hand, did not burden himself with the worry of making mistakes. The detective was easygoing and, at times, so oblivious you'd wonder how he ended up with the profession he had right now. Though, that wasn't to say his optimism, bright smile and intense friendliness didn't lighten up a dark room.

His friendliness is, ironically enough, exactly what led him here. He had greeted Tarokki with a teethy smile and a prideful presenting of his badge, speaking something about justice and coming up with a new catchphrase. Eventually, through conversing with her multiple times, he had happily taken up her invite on going to the tea shop she formerly worked at.

"Hold on! I'm he~re!"

...Speak of the devil. That same Detective was practically sprinting to get there on time, one hand holding his aviator glasses so they wouldn't fall to the ground and crack. (Really, it'd happened so many times before and Bobby was running out of them). Once he'd gotten to a reasonable distance near Tarokki, he hunched himself over and caught his breath whilst fixing his askew aviators. His head then tilted upwards and she was greeted with a bright smile and a salute.

"My alarm went off late! I'm so sorr~y!"

He took out a white cloth from his breast pocket, waving it around as he tilted his head back and apologized profusely.

“Aaaand right on time!”  [ Today is Tarokki’s day off, but she still finds herself at the police station for matters unrelated to anything forensic or art. No, today she’s meeting a colleague, or, well… were they friends? She guessed that they were becoming friends, at least, with how kind and cheerful the detective had been the entire time they’d worked together since she’d joined the police department as a forensic artist a few months ago. She considered him a friend, at least.] “Alright, we already decided on a café, I have the address marked on the map, we’re all good!” [ A pep talk to herself to get rid of her nerves. Tarokki had suggested the tea shop she’d worked at during her studies for their next hangout, and Bobby had been on board, with his bright cheerful smile, as always. Florilège was a place filled to the brim with flowers, surrounding giant bookshelves, in a renovated tall glasshouse. She’d mentioned it to the detective on a previous café visit together. The place was very whimsical, and an ideal place to relax and drink a variety of beverages which contained either coffee or tea. She adjusts her giant scarf on top of her coat, some strands of her short hair poking out of the wool. Her breath was visible in the chilly winter air, and she swayed on her feet as she waited for detective Bobby Fulbright to arrive, a smile already on her face.]

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