#cuttingcanine

oh you know i'm just in pain ( 💧💧 for your muse to find mine secretly crying w/ @bloodxhound )

THEY ALL HAVE THEIR BREAKING POINTS. From Detective Barlowe and his hemophobia to Mister Godot with the Fey family to Detective Lang and his family's broken reputation, they all have their breaking points. Nakamura is no different; for her, it's-

The case is cut and dry, if not downright cruel. As usual, there is a body- otherwise, Nakamura wouldn't need to be on the scene- and then the yellow tape to block off the onlookers. She can't help but be thankful for it and prays that the media won't sink its claws too deeply. This, of course, is a fool's thought- if there is one thing the media loves, it's sensationalism.

( She wonders if Detective Lang is thinking the same thing. )

The victim is (was) a young woman, Mariko Green. She was 26, she was bright-eyed, and she was a medical student, studying to be a doctor. She was at the top of her class and always had a pen to spare for a classmate. Her bedside manners with patients were what made her stand out amongst her peers.

And during the early hours of this morning, she was found with her head smashed into a desk and bruises shaped like fingerprints around her neck. Nakamura watches as the emergency services zip up the body bag to transfer it over to moratorium. The look on Green's face is haunting, to say the least. An initial glance over suggests that she died terrified and even worse, died while struggling. Nakamura dreads to find out the severity of the wounds beneath Green's clothes as the positioning of such suggests-

It's so nice to come back from vacation! She didn't ever think the precinct would actually give her one, but, somehow, it was almost forced on her. That's probably what happens when you work the way Genie does...

But! She's happy to be back and see all of her favorite familiar faces! Including, of course, her sort-of-boss.

@cuttingcanine asked: ☾ - from Shi-Long! / #I think lupin should be grabbed more idk

wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Despite not being the one with the wolf (or, as he prefers to say, dog) motif, Lupin growls the instant his chest hits the floor. He already knows it's futile: brute force has never been his greatest strength, and this certainly isn't the first time he's been overpowered. But that doesn't stop him trying, baring his teeth in a wild bastardisation of a smile and fighting to get his knees underneath himself. This position unfortunately doesn't allow much leverage for his usual slip-away tricks, and he curses Lang for, knowingly or not, trapping him in it.

This is what he gets for taking an interest in someone. He didn't even steal anything this time!

"Well, investigator - here's to a well-solved case! It's on me, baaaby!"

Cabanela's spirits are clearly high as he cheers in victory - but then again, it's difficult to find a time when the man in question doesn't seem to be in high spirits. Perhaps that's no surprise, coming from someone who's been often described as "dancing through life" - at least from the perspective of an outsider looking in.

But in reality, Cabanela is a man like any other. His doubts, flaws, and anxieties may be hard to spot, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. Still, though... for one night, Cabanela thinks it wouldn't hurt to forget all that for a while - especially with the culprit of today's crime already in custody, and the success of his temporary partnership with Shi-Long Lang, which is certainly worth celebrating.

"But I must say, you're certainly as impressive as they told me. Maybe I should take a page out of this Lang Zi's book myself!"

@cuttingcanine / Shi-Long said . . .

“Arresting you… that’s what I’m doing.“

Blade Runner   {Sentence Starters}

❝ You can't be fucking serious! ❞

The truth of the matter was that he didn't know the investigator well enough to know whether this was a joke or not. And returning to jail was no joke for Haoxuan regardless of whether he had even done anything or not. It wasn't like he would pretend he had a spotless past or would make attempes to hide his previous record, but he was on the straight and narrow right now, even on mostly decent terms with his parole officer, or at least as much as he would bother.

Haoxuan knew how to straddle the line between defending himself and resisting arrest, because if Shi-Long was being legitimate here, the dollmaker knew better than to dig himself a deeper hole. Besides, the shovel was in the investigator's hands.

whump !

   he is so indecorous. his ceaseless posturing and flailing about makes the prosecutor wonder if that one night in the woods was worth it. now the wolf thinks he can fling himself at Edgeworth’s broad-shouldered back in the civilized world of the workplace! where there are human eyes! and human ears!

   he blinks, huffs audibly in annoyance, and very nearly pinches hard at the thin skin of the hands around his waist in an oft-employed re-enactment of the fateful night...before settling his palms over them with meaningful pressure that seems to say “i adore you, but make this quick”

   “It’s not five o’ clock yet.” he mutters, and leans into Lang’s thick hair at his cheek, inhaling, just for a moment.

 ♞–What a despicable thing, to have to deal with public events and getting out of his beloved stationary havens. Really, this time of evening, Mycroft would much rather spend at Diogenes. The only thing to get him out of his office with no regrets would be keeping his brother out of trouble-- but that seems to not be what's happening right now.

      However, his brother was supposed to be here, somewhere. Not that he is easy to spot. The night is dedicated to Scotland Yard to make connections with outside offices of law enforcement. Pathetic pleasantries and biting off more than one can chew, if you ask the elder Holmes brother.

      His invitation was expected due to his government status and making sure his eyes and ears were paying good attention. Not that it was clear what he did, or him advertising it. For now, he simply sat at his assigned table, drinking. This will do for now-- or... well, it would-- if his table was not currently entertained by a particularly sloshed high ranking officer. Mycroft turns slightly and whispers to the man sitting by him.