#inscnus

“Answer my question.” Saccharine-sweet, his question was still the height of respect--or at least the appearance of such. “Whose blood is that? You see, I’ve been looking for an associate of mine, and word is, you’re the last person to see him. Judging by the amount, I’m inclined to believe that the status of my compatriot is less than ideal, which means that you and I are going to have a problem.” 

       “ ---- I have never -- ever used this can of pepper spray even -- even once, so I promise you it’s -- like, totally full ---” Nevermind the fact that she’s hiding behind her couch. She was used to JOHN breaking in. Anyone else though? Totally unwelcome. Ghosts, she could manage, even, but people? No. At least she’s fairly certain she’s got the bottle pointed the right way round this time.

                         “   do  i  look  fucking  worried  to  you ,  hon   ?   ”     voice  is  MILD ,  one  eyebrow  raised  as  she  surveys  both  killed   &   killer     (   expression  on  her  face  closer  to  one  looking  over  a  bad  SPILL  or  broken  plate ,  not  one  for  corpses ,  slowly  draining  out   ).     OH ,  she’s  not  worried  ——  this  is  nothing  beyond  her ,  but  she’s  curious.     “   what’d  they  DO   ?   ”

@fakesqueen  &  @shenaniganelous  &  @chaosloved  &  @britishgold !!

CHARACTER AESTHETICS (2/?): @inscnus.

honestly this means so much to me and i have no doubt that on at least one occasion he’s been taking one of them in and totally had a full conversation in the cop car about his dog or the weather or something and pulled into some food place and just “come on, i skipped lunch” and they get out of the car and he sees the handcuffs and completely forgetting everything just “what are you doing in those?? stop fooling around??” and takes them off and just keeps talking about his dog

okay, but for real --