He doesn’t do handcuffs, unless, of course, it’s in a sexy way.  But this isn’t that. He’s been asked to come in for questioning about the shooting and, if he was anyone else, he was sure he would be escorted in by at least one officer. But he isn’t like anyone else, so he isn’t escorted in.   Instead he walks into the precinct with that overly cocky swagger he has that he knows makes people here either angry, or, depending on if he can charm them, drives them mad in that fun sort of way.   He’s being cooperative, of course while he sits in the interrogation room, but he’s also smart, asks for his lawyer, and of course they leave him be, and so he sits, legs crossed, looking unbothered until he hears the door to the interrogation room open, and in pops a familiar face “Oh, Ms. Axelia, how lovely to see you,” he greets, eyebrows going up. @hungovergoldheart​

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