82nd Hunt [Voice | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is actually sort of hiding in his office at the police station. On one hand, he likes visitors weekend. On the other hand, he dreads it.]

Carver Edlund is a crack pot. No I won't sign autographs and I don't want to hear how awesome my life is but if you're a hot chick and you've a tattoo in an interesting place, I'll be happy to take a look.

On the Chief of Police side of things, hey new guys, don't be a dick. Capisce?

Comments

[heelsandlaw]

I see things haven't really changed.

[dudeimbatman]

Cam! [He picks her up in a hug and swings her around.]

[heelsandlaw]

[ Laughing, and letting him. ] Well, that's quite the welcome.

[dudeimbatman]

[He sits her back down on the ground.] Yeah, well...you've been missed.

[heelsandlaw]

[ She'll lean in to hug him properly for just a moment longer. ] How've you been, Dean?

[dudeimbatman]

Not too bad I guess. How are things back home?

[heelsandlaw]

Good. They're good. I think I'd miss this place if I could remember it back home. Well, not the place so much as the people. You lot kinda grew on me.

[dudeimbatman]

Yeah we're like that green shit that grows on spaghetti-os that sit on the stove too long.

[heelsandlaw]

You only live for the terrible mental images, don't you.

[dudeimbatman]

Everybody's got to have something.

[heelsandlaw]

I know why the City decided to make you my younger brother, you're a pest.