#vercren

"Oh Jared! It's lovely, thank you." She places a kiss on his cheek, but she hesitates a moment after pulling away. In a moment of boldness she plants her lips on his.

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ঌꕤ໒: ──── I have no idea what the OG meme for this was so I´ll just write a starter xd

First meeting sentence starters. -> @therapardalis

               ❝   noah,   slow   down.   ❞      olivia   laughs,   admittedly   a   little   out   of   breath   as   she   ascends   the   final   step   of   the   staircase.      figures   the   elevator   would   be   busted   when   she   has   several   bags   of   groceries   to   carry.      her   son   runs   ahead   to   the   end   of   the   hall   where   their   apartment   is,   and   then   calls   out   to   her   that   someone   put   flowers   in   front   of   their   door.      brows   furrow,   confused   and   a   little   defensive   as   she   approaches   their   door.      she   can   never   be   too   careful,   and   sometimes   criminals   with   a   serious   vendetta   can   and   will   make   threats   with   gifts   outside   the   door.      she   unlocks   the   apartment   so   noah   can   run   inside,   and   then   inspects   the   bouquet.      she   sees   the   note   attached,   and   when   she   reads   it   she   is   hit   with   relief   first,   and   then   her   heart   skips   a   beat.      with   a   smile   she   heads   inside   with   the   groceries   and   the   roses,   finding   a   glass   vase   to   put   them   in   and   sets   them   in   the   center   of   the   dining   table.      ❝   alright   noah,   spaghetti   or   pizza?   ❞

               that   was   two   days   ago   when   she   received   the   flowers.      she   barely   had   time   to   think   about   them   as   they   dealt   with   the   awful   process   of   a   trial.      four   victims   of   sexual   assault,   and   three   of   them   backed   out   of   testifying   at   the   last   minute.      having   to   prove   witness   tampering   had   taken   up   a   lot   of   her   time,   as   well   as   testifying   herself.      they   had   been   up   against   that   bastard   buchanan   too,   she   hated   that   man.      he   was   a   piece   of   work   and   a   wicked   defense   attorney.      kind   of   funny   that   she   was   angry   because   of   a   defense   attorney   when   she   was   currently   on   her   way   to   secretly   meet   one.      jared,   while   kinder   than   buchanan   was,   was   equally   if   not   more   frustrating   in   the   court   room.

Jay spotted a man with what looked like a bag of lunch, he watched as he walked and started to follow him. His stomach growling and eyes flicking between the man and the bag in his hand. Cautious and skittish, he considered running and snatching the bag but that wouldn't do, he didn't want to get into trouble.

Horatio was in disbelief. There wasn't much that stunned the Lieutenant into silence, but this shocking revelation had definitely been one of them.

Even hours later, after holding the undeniable proof in his hands, he still couldn't believe it. Yet... it made sense. Everything clicked. The pieces had fallen into place. And it seemed as though he hadn't been the only one who did some digging. Though, he wasn't sure if it was for the same reason, but it definitely lead them in the same direction, eventually coming to the same conclusion.

"Neither did I." Horatio stated, his ocean blues looking down at the file on the table he had brought with him that held the results within. "But the name, your father's name, Frank Pryce. It's a name I found very familiar, but I couldn't remember why or from where," But it was a name he remembered hearing several times when he was young. Barely a teenager. "And then it came to me. My mother," may she rest in peace, Horatio thought with a sad smile, his heart aching at the thought of her. "She's where I remembered the name from. But it, uh, it never occurred to me that she was... well," he swallowed, gesturing to the file on the table.

But he wasn't mad at his mother. No. How could he be? The woman suffered so much and this man's father, Frank Pryce, seemed to be the one good thing in her life aside from her children. As big of a secret as he was...

Horatio then smirked at Jared's plea, but it wasn't in any way threatening. "As long as you don't hold it against me that tested your DNA without your knowledge," he said, figuring that made them even. They were both investigating the other and though the outcome was shocking, it showed that they weren't really that different. Quite literally.

By the intensity of the DA's sigh it sounds as though he needs the coffee more than Spider-Noir does. White lensed eyes flicker toward Samantha who is quick to oblige his request. A please would do wonder but he supposes it is easy to forget your manners when you're tired. Besides he's not really in the position to judge as a masked vigilante who insisted on a walk in appointment. "I do plan to talk to you. It's why I came here," he assures Jared, hands raised in a brief motion of mock surrender. "Although I'm not here to talk about me. I have some questions for you regarding a case I'm working on."