Office by Alex Penny
Your name is SNOOPING SCOUT. You are a hardboiled private detective and a member of the MEDDLESOME COMPANY. You specialize in gathering information, which often means lurking around in the back streets of the shadier parts of METROPOLIS CENTRAL. Real detective work, in your opinion, even if it draws you closer to some of the city's more dangerous CRIMINALS, particularly PECCANT SCOFFLAW, the charismatic face of the TWILIGHT SCOUNDRELS. Almost too close, in fact.
You are awfully fond of KNIVES and LITTLE WHITE SCOTTIE DOGS. You've been missing your left eye ever since you had a bad run-in with PERNICIOUS INNOVATOR.
((RP blog for Snooping Scout, or mobsterswitch Spades Slick.))
Anonymous: Sleuth with a strap-on.
Hell yes that’s a turn-on.
Anonymous: beards
Depends.
I love somethin’ that’s just a bit of scruff, but if y’ got some kinda full-length bushy hermit beard, then I’m gonna have t’ say no.
Guys please do this I’ll marry you or be your best friend, anything
(Source: v4gaterian, via pickledistraction)
(Source: fearbegone, via bluhbluhhotstud)
You whimper and take the pills, then just flop back on the couch.
“Everything sucks ass, Scout,” you groan.
You lean over and kiss him on the forehead, rubbing his back at the same time.
“I know,” you mumble. “Anythin’ else I can do?”
You smile a bit when he kisses your forehead, then scoot over a bit on the couch. “You could sit with me,” you say quietly, grabbing another chocolate bar and shoving it in your mouth.
“Well, I was gonna do that anyway.” You scoot close enough so you can wrap both your arms around him, leaning your cheek on the top of his head. “So, anything y’ want t’ talk about, maybe? Help get your mind off ‘f feelin’ awful?”
Lucky for you, you live just down the street from a convenience store. You load up an armful of various types of chocolate to bring back to your grumpy roommate. Considering all the trouble you’re going through, you hope he shares.
“I’m back, Sleuth. This’d better be enough chocolate for you,” you call out, shouldering open the door.
“Thank god. Can you get Midol, too?” you groan against the arm of the couch. You’re laying on your side with your knees drawn to your chest. You look like you’re about to cry, but it just really fucking hurts. You take one of the chocolate bars from it and start nibbling on the top. Of course, your nibbles are fast nibbles because this is THE NECTAR OF THE GODS. You’re nearly done with the chocolate bar in minutes.
You drop the whole bag next to him before nodding, walking to the bathroom to grab a bottle of pills and a cup of water for Sleuth. You bring those back, before flopping down on the couch next to him.
“I’d ask how y’ feel, but I think it’s pretty obvious,” you say, laying a hand on his shoulder.
You whimper and take the pills, then just flop back on the couch.
“Everything sucks ass, Scout,” you groan.
You lean over and kiss him on the forehead, rubbing his back at the same time.
“I know,” you mumble. “Anythin’ else I can do?”
Lucky for you, you live just down the street from a convenience store. You load up an armful of various types of chocolate to bring back to your grumpy roommate. Considering all the trouble you’re going through, you hope he shares.
“I’m back, Sleuth. This’d better be enough chocolate for you,” you call out, shouldering open the door.
“Thank god. Can you get Midol, too?” you groan against the arm of the couch. You’re laying on your side with your knees drawn to your chest. You look like you’re about to cry, but it just really fucking hurts. You take one of the chocolate bars from it and start nibbling on the top. Of course, your nibbles are fast nibbles because this is THE NECTAR OF THE GODS. You’re nearly done with the chocolate bar in minutes.
You drop the whole bag next to him before nodding, walking to the bathroom to grab a bottle of pills and a cup of water for Sleuth. You bring those back, before flopping down on the couch next to him.
“I’d ask how y’ feel, but I think it’s pretty obvious,” you say, laying a hand on his shoulder.
You hate everything a lot. You’re going to fucking kill the next person who talks to you. Speaking of killing, your uterus is currently trying to kill you. You think you might actually die from the pain.
WHERE IS SCOUT HE NEEDS TO GET YOU CHOCOLATE.
And Midol.
He should get you that, too.
Lucky for you, you live just down the street from a convenience store. You load up an armful of various types of chocolate to bring back to your grumpy roommate. Considering all the trouble you’re going through, you hope he shares.
“I’m back, Sleuth. This’d better be enough chocolate for you,” you call out, shouldering open the door.
All of it.
I hope that means y’ aren’t gonna be real picky.
I’ll be back soon.
