//Y’know, it’s sad when you remember amazing rp partners you had that are no longer rp partners with you. You just see your threads with them and miss them and all I can do is be like “I wish I’d been a better writing partner and friend to you. I wish I’d been able to keep up with everything so I could’ve been a better partner with you. I’m so sorry.”
//bc sometimes I’m not a good partner. I hyper focus on fandoms I know and get lost in fandoms I don’t know or can’t keep up with. DC and MCU are 2 of those fandoms that I really struggle with but good golly if I don’t miss the partners I had in them from other fandoms.
A rhythmic knock echoed off the walls, an unfamiliar woman making herself known as she walked in to Mr. "Bonely"'s humble pawn shop. Her expression remained placid, approaching the front counter with purpose in her step.
"Mr. Bonachard." The detective's voice grumbled with each syllable. "My name is Detective Stronghold," a badge is shown as she spoke, allowing him to get a good look. "I'm here to ask you a few questions if that's alright."
The Prize Pickin’s Pawnery was a bright and cozy place, its merchandise glittering like prized baubles plucked from the history books. Their cases were shined, and the bulletproof glass was clear as spring water. Behind the polished, hardwood counter at the front, was the stocky figure of Stan Bonachard, his hair slicked back as was proper for a well-off pawnbroker.
He looked at the woman with his signature smile, appraising her as she stepped into his pawnshop. Trouble. That was the first thing he saw when the detective entered his shop and she wore it like a fur-trimmed cloak at a silver-screen debut. He tensed for a moment, old habits and alarm bells ringing in his ears before he took a deep, calming breath.
He didn’t know what she was here for. For all he knew, he could be just a bystander for something that happened across the road. Everything was okay. Forcing that thought down his own gullet, Stan put on a grin and went to greet his customer.
“Well! Welcome teh Prize Pickin’s Pawnery,” he said, lifting a hand to welcome the woman to his shop. “Give me a moment teh get one a’ the boys up here ‘n’ I’ll be happy teh answer whatever yeh need.”
Employing his best customer service persona, Stan turned to a bell behind the counter and rang it twice. Clasping his hands behind his back, he waited a few minutes before a young man with sandy blond hair jogged up.
“Whatcha need, pops?” he asked, looking over at the pawnbroker before freezing at the sight of the Detective.
Seeing the young man’s tension, Stan lifted a hand in a “calm down” motion and motioned over at the detective. “Lenar, this is Detective Stronghold. She’s here teh ask a few questions ‘n’ I need yeh teh take the front while I help her out.”
“Questions?” he asked, his hazel eyes fixed apprehensively on Bonely. “What kind of questions.”
Bonely shrugged. “Well, I’m about teh find out. Now if you would, I would like teh get this done, please.”
Looking at the pawnbroker uncertainly, Lenar nodded, taking his place behind the counter as Bonely stepped around to join the Detective.
“Right this way,” he said, gesturing to the back of the pawnery. “We can talk more in my office.”
//FOUR PARAGRAPHS GONE BECAUSE i ERASED SOMETHING I DIDN’T MEAN TO, HIT CTRL+Z AND 4 GD PARAGRAPHS ARE GONE NOW WITH NO WAY TO GET THEM BACK. FAK!!!! >8U
