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favourite kai parker scenes (1/?)

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bobby & charlotte

      charlotte turns in a little whirl of brown hair and floral printed skirt, humming a small “ hm? ” in quiet question. gaze drops to the ring in question ( FAMILIAR ) and automatically she raises her hands, fingers spread to glance over the rings that adorn them. sure enough, there’s one missing from her right ring finger. “ yeah — ” she says in a small voice, taking it back. “ it’s neither; far more expensive looking than it is, really, but it — means a lot. ” a christmas GAG gift from years ago from becks, bought on a college budget rather than an nhl one; nothing will come of her little crush on him but she still wears it, one of the first things he gave her ( aside from a bump on her head ). “ — thank you. ”

      “oh? guess it’s good i didn’t waste my time trying to pawn it off, then. luckily my schedule’s too busy today for a stop,” he joked, the corner of his lips quirked up. “glad to help, though. how do you wear those rings?” bobby had tried to wear a promise ring back in high school - or, really, he’d been forced to by his then-girlfriend, but it hadn’t lasted very long. it never felt comfortable. “just... i’m impressed, that’s all.” he let out a quiet laugh, his head tilted curiously. “do you do it just for fashion’s sake, or do they actually have some sentimental value to them?” as always, bobby couldn’t just do something and go on with his day - he always had far too many questions to follow.

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bobby & busy

It was a long day at work. Of course for someone who regularly worked 12 hours shifts it should have been no problem, but after spending all morning in summer class and then working all day Busy was ready to blow off some steam. Her restless mind felt soggy from washing dishes as she sat on the stoop of one of her favorite bars, still contemplating if it was a good idea to spend the precious few hours she had to herself surrounded by drunken strangers.

Eventually she found her cigarettes, and about three minutes after that she was able to find a lighter. “That is not fucking fair.” She chuckled as the lighter refused to light, her head shaking in disbelief. “Hey,” Busy called over to the closest body she could find, a grin still playing on her features. “Make my night?” She asked placing the cigarette between her teeth before sticking the end out towards the stranger. “You got a light?”

Sometimes Bobby was such a stereotypical TV detective, it was embarrassing. Luckily he avoided having close enough friends to call him out on it, though. Bars were where he spent free nights, shoulders slumped over as he did what he was sure anyone would do when dealing with harsh realities every single day: he drank. Early on, he’d been a pretty big lightweight, but nowadays, the most he’d reach was a buzz before he’d decide to head home.

That was where he was heading when he heard someone call out, raising an eyebrow at the request. The small grin was a little infectious - it was welcoming, if anything, and being as curious of a human as Bobby was, he easily moved towards her. “Make your night?” He tilted his chin down after echoing the request back, though there were no words necessary for him to catch on. Luckily, he was shoving a hand into his jacket pocket, tugging out a way too fancy lighter that he flicked open, lighting it and raising it to light the cigarette between her lips. “That was a little too easy to make a night. You sure that’s all it takes?” His tone was teasing, and suddenly, as her smoke filled the air, he was reaching into his pocket to light one of his own. “Or is this followed by subtly convincing me to go inside and buy you a drink?”

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me flirting: okay so how temporary is this?

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bobby & kacey

kacey turned at the sound of someone coming up behind him, and his eyes widened at the sight of his wedding ring. he didn’t wear it anymore, in fact, he had just recently found the strength to take it off. but he still carried it around in his pocket; it was like the ring had some sort of magnetic hold over him. kacey just couldn’t let go. “special is a word we could use,” he replied, holding out his hand to accept the ring. “thank you for not pawning it; that was very kind of you.” although maybe it would have been better for the stranger to do away with it. too late now.

“oh?” the way he phrased his words certainly brought a lot of curiosity to bobby. it wasn’t necessarily that he was nosy, but he had an obsession with analyzing people, asking them questions. “well, i don’t think i would’ve been ever-changed by how much money that might be. call me old-fashioned, but i can appreciate sentimental value over actual money,” he said with a small quirk of his lips. he hesitated, though he couldn’t help himself. “any reason you don’t seem all that eager to get it back?” he paused. “i mean, drop it again, i’ll take off with it, if that’s what you prefer. not a threat, just an offer.”

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bobby & rory

*  a  starter  for  @bobbysum  !

                  ❝ jesus — ! are you TRYING to break my wrists ?? ❞ rory glances over her shoulder to shoot the cop a dirty look and in turn , he gives her a steely glare — his grip only tightening on her arm . restraining herself from sticking out her tongue , rory huffs and plops herself down on the nearest bench . ❝ don’t i get a phone call or something ? ❞ brows rise as she juts her neck out in a questioning gesture , ❝ you can’t trick me , PAL . i’ve seen law & order like , a BAJILLION times and — ❞ the brunette stops mid-sentence when she catches sight of a familiar face . eyes narrowing , she stands to get a better look and — oh , she cannot believe her LUCK today . ❝ oh my god — bobby ?? bobby summers !! ❞ rory’s pout had widened into a grin and she lets out an amused scoff , hands wrapping around the bars of the jail cell . ❝ hey , it’s me , rory tremblay ! we had sex in high school , remember ?? ❞

              the voice was familiar, which wasn’t too comforting of a fact for bobby. hearing someone yelling behind bars was not a great place to think ‘oh, how do i know that voice?’ his own curiosity had been what brought him closer to the scene, his arms crossed over his chest, on guard for whatever he might come face to face with. he saw her before she saw him, but there was a definite, instant recognition on his face. rory did have a personality difficult to forget. he had been ready to turn on his heels and leave - playing catch up with a girl now arguing with a cop didn’t sound ideal, but then she was saying his name. his full name, and following it with the little known information - information very exclusive to the two of them, as far as he was aware. bobby found himself immediately looking around the station, noticing the few judgmental raises of brow, but he was in too deep, now. “hey,” he said with a light laugh. “i can’t say this is exactly where i imagined running into you again, but i’m strangely not that shocked. not that i expected this from you, but i was prepared for unique. i mean that in the nicest way possible,” he tacked on, inching closer to the bars. “... and not that i imagined meeting you multiple - you get what i’m saying,” he quickly cut off, feeling the focus on his shoulders, and his nerves were evidently getting the best of him. “what’s got you in there? i don’t know what happened, but i do know that officer kane over there isn’t a big fan of people talking back. a bit of a power abuser, i’d say. i might be able to pull some strings,” he said, leaning forward to whisper his words. “no promises, depending on what you did, though. like... bank robbery? kinda outta my hands.”

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bobby & helena

helena looks to him for a brief moment and catches his line of sight as full recognition sets in, a welcoming glimmer attached to her cheeks. there’s a fleeting instance in where his appearance has an impression on her that maybe she really should put forth an effort in getting her heart pumping, but that soul cycle session last week has lent her enough endorphins for the next following week — the lingering soreness in her thighs can attest to it. “oh, yea?” she probes, leaning against the back of the bench. “maybe the logistics behind it aren’t false. i think is would be entertaining to see you out there bent backwards. might relieve some stiffness.” a chuckles presses through her lips, offering the rest of the bag to him because… what even is guilt. “help yourself. you owe me a $1.59 now.”

“funny.” his tone his deadpan, leading him to fall down on the bench beside her. he does peer over his shoulder once, eyeing the yoga masters. he was pretty sure no one could pay him to do something like that in public. “i’m not stiff. i stretch every morning.” then he finally smirks, peering over at her with a slight tilt of his head as she holds out the entire bag. he didn’t hesitate taking it, with a quiet thank you, though it’s cut off with her request for money. he’s already shoveling a handful into his mouth - it’s too late. “that’s so unfair,” he said, his words muffled from a full mouth. “you can’t hand someone food and then request money for it. that’s scamming. you trying to scam me? i’ll arrest you, right here, right now,” he threatened, though when he looks over, his eyes are playful. “what if i just give you two bucks? does that guarantee me, like, three chips in your next bag?”

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“hey, would this happen to be yours? i found it a few blocks down.” holding out the ring, he raised an eyebrow at the other, letting out a breath. maybe it seemed like an overly good-doer move, but it wasn’t like he felt like he had any use for it. unless he decided to pull a spontaneous proposal... a fun concept, if he had the right person, but as of now, he was just searching for the owner. “looks like an engagement ring... or wedding, i don’t really know the difference, but it seems special.” 

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bobby & nicola

   “coming right up.” she recognized him. he came in often enough for her to — and she didn’t forget a pretty face, in any case. before she could head off to grab the bill, he asked a question that made her stay. “i don’t. it hasn’t been mentally ruined, it’s still good,” but whenever she had a break she’d spend it away from here. “sometimes the cooks will make me something on days where we’re swamped and it’s impossible to get away,” her words were fond as she leaned against the booth. “a phone call center? so you bugged people for a living?” her tone was light, and a soft laugh left her lips. “if you ever want to give this gig a shot, i could put in a good word for you here,” she was teasing, the excitement of her shift ending shining through. “what do you do for a living? if you don’t mind me asking.”

     maybe he was a little too good at distractions, but he really just happened to be chatty. he also had weird thoughts, but the difference was he always found himself voicing them. “oh? so you’re still into the food?what’s your favorite thing, then? do you eat the same stuff, or do you like to spice it up?” he tilted his head to the side, eyeing her curiously. “i know, someone like me, asking a waitress twenty questions, i don’t really come off as someone good at bugging people, but you’d be surprised.” he was quiet, for a moment, before shaking his head. “i worked for the call team with security. the alarm goes off in their house, i’d call them up, see if it was something serious.” crossing his arms over the the table, he leaned forward. “oh, yeah? i’m flattered. i think i’d waste too much time talking to the tables. maybe it’d get me some good tips, though,” he decided with a shrug. “me? ah... detective, actually. so, i don’t know if i’m ready to give it up just yet, but it’s nice to know if i lose this job, i’ll have a back up. thank you.”

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bobby & elene

‘   hey,   come   back   here!  ’   elene   shouts   after   the   dog;   sitting   patiently   at   her   side   one   moment,   and   gone   the   next.   the   visibly   excited   german   shepherd   had   taken   off   down   the   road,   bounding   towards   an   unsuspecting   passerby.   and   though   she   knew   very   well   that   she   was   utterly   harmless   —   her   rather   intimidating   size   indicated   otherwise   to   those   not   already   acquainted   with    her   antics.   ‘   she’s   friendly,   i   promise!   ’   she   calls   out,   breathless   as   she   attempts   to   catch   up.

there was a mix of a lot of emotions when it came to a stranger dog running towards him. it was a mix of fear, but an overpowering sense of admiration and excitement. bobby loved dogs, so he definitely wasn’t angry, but the dog was big, and that alone brought an uncertainty. it was clear on his expression, with parted lips and widened eyes as he awaited the deciding moment of whether this would be a good or bad memory. then he heard the voice calling out, claiming the dog as friendly... and with that he was kneeling down. maybe that was the mistake, because the second he knelt, he was being knocked over by the power of the dog. he let out a huff, only to start laughing as the dog licked his face. “well, hello,” he muttered as he pushed himself back up, petting the dogs head as she continued to eagerly attack him with love. he peered up when the human stranger approached, raising an eyebrow at her. “what’s her name?” he chuckled, pulling back a bit. “when you said friendly, you really meant it, huh?”

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bobby & helena

all the go-doers are alive and in charge ; the skaters, the cyclers, even the tenants of their pop-up resting points who sell over priced bottles of water. this morning, helena opts into the proactive shtick of getting some exercise because, really, she can’t remember the last time she’s done anything for the sake of her own health benefit. yoga seemed like a good idea at the time… until she saw an empty bench that overlooked the rest of the park, the foam mats littering the green grass. clad in workout clothes, she decides it’d be better to take a seat and reveal a bag of classic lays potato chips to indulge in. a shadow overcomes and helena halts with a nonchalant tilt of her head ——— “i thought about joining, but then i remembered my body doesn’t bend that way.”

he was jogging, as lame as it was. it was how he started every morning. physical health was supposed to be an important part of his job, even if he spent more time sitting around, trying to piece things together, than he did actually chasing anyone. far less action packed than his tiny head had dreamed of many years ago. he was slowing down for a bit when he noticed a girl in workout clothes, snacking on chips. the sight made him laugh, though he felt more compelled to try to start a conversation when he realized he recognized her. maybe not that well, but he did remember having a conversation with her during one of his cases. he smirked as she seemed to take over, letting out a laugh. “i hear it’s a good stress reliever, but... i think attempting those moves would cause more stress,” he said with a crooked grin, still catching his breath. “i prefer your choices, definitely. care to spare a chip for an exhausted boy in need?”

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bobby & elijah

            nose scrunched in disgust , elijah wiped off as much puke as he could off of his jacket , letting the used napkin fall to the ground . guess it was a good thing he decided on the leather one tonight . ❝ this is why i fucking hate clubs , man . girls in there kick back tequila like they’re damn CAPRI SUNS  … ❞ he muttered , not really speaking to anyone in particular — just the nearest poor soul that’ll be stuck having to listen to his whining . looking up , he paused , ❝ hold on — you’re not drunk are you ? cause if you are , you gotta stay at least FIVE feet away from me .. unless you’re a sprayer then make it seven . ❞

               bobby didn’t go out for fun much anymore. undercover was when he got to go exciting places, but even then, it wasn’t the focus. he always had something to focus on. but tonight was an actual exciting night just for him. he’d watched the scene unfold, as disgusted as he was by the sight. he let out a quiet laugh as the guy complained, shaking his head. “not drunk. maybe a little tipsy, but i also learned how to hold my alcohol a LONG time ago, don’t worry.”  he paused, frowning at him. “you need some help with all that?”

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bobby & nicola 

    “if there’s anything else i can get for you, now’s the best time to tell me.” the kitchen was getting ready to close up the diner for the night, and though they usually stop taking orders by now, she could probably convince them to whip up a brownie sundae or put another pot of coffee on if she needed to ; she learned early on that making friends with the people in back would benefit her in the long run, and it has. “otherwise i can get you the bill?”

       late nights were normal for bobby. with his job, his sleep schedule was... well, non-existent, really. he never really could prepare himself for when he’d get a call in, and showing up late wasn’t anything new. he was somewhat of a regular, peering up when the waitress asked if he needed anything else. “oh, uh... no, i think i’m all good. the bill’s good.” he was quiet for a moment, though bobby was a curious soul at heart. he couldn’t help but want to continue conversation. he got lonely, too, and the fact that they were closing up gave him an impending sense of dread. he ignored it, leaning forward. “do you eat here in your free time? or has the food mentally been ruined due to the brain mending this food with work?” he was quiet, before letting out a nervous laugh. “i’ve just always wondered. never had to work a waiter job. i either worked in grocery stores, and then a... phone call center. exciting stuff.”

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bobby & brendan

There were few things in life that brought Brendan any semblance of joy anymore, but one of those few things was taking the Skytrain. It was an odd thing to take pleasure in sure, but it was a good way for him to avoid thinking about his own life, and think about the lives of the people around him instead. This particular ride offered a wide variety of different people to observe and wonder about, as the Skytrain was quite packed. He was so caught up in his people watching, that it took Brendan a moment to realize that someone was now standing quite near him due to the lack of available seats. Sighing a bit to himself at the impending social interaction he was about to partake in, he moved his bag from the seat beside him. “You uh…can sit here, if you want.” He said to the person without really looking at them.

really, bobby didn’t mind standing, awkwardly, but it would’ve been much nicer to sit, and the seat holding nothing of semblance to a living being - at least, he hoped not, he thought he’d take his chances. of course, before he even spoke a word, the stranger was offering him the seat, and with a quiet, satisfied hum, he fell down beside him. “thanks,” he muttered casually, before realizing soon after that he had to make the executive decision to either start up conversation, or leave him be. with a deep inhale, he, of course, chose the former. as a detective, conversation was easy for him. analyzing people, trying to pick them apart? his favorite activity. “i greatly apologize taking over the comfort of your bag. if there were any other solid options, i’d have taken them.” his tone was teasing, nowhere near an attitude as he peered over at the other, smirking slightly. “what are you on your way to?”

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