Scotland Yard's Fred Aberline

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WHY IS THIS DEMON PIECE OF FECES SO FRICKEN SEXY 

“It isn’t any trouble at all.” She gave a small smile and dug out her apartment keys.

Fred was very thankful indeed and even swore that he would repay her once he found his way back home. Looking around the apartment he made sure not to make a mess “It’s a rather nice place you have here” He commented and stood in a corner in hopes to avoid from getting in the way.

“Why thank you. I really try to keep my apartment clean and organized, considering I have a tendency to just leave things all over the place.” She replied, setting her bag of books on a couch and noticed that he was standing in the corner. “You don’t have to stand there, you’ll eventually have to sit down, y’know.”

♟➛ He stood there for a moment longer before sitting down on the couch. “Sorry.” He apologized and watched her move about “Well it’s much cleaner then my place that’s for sure” He laughed kindheartedly s he recalled his little home.

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♟➛ "Tea would be nice, thank you" the detective smiled, grateful for the fact that she was helping him.