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[Here we are. Let’s see how it goes.]

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[I’m considering giving Elijah his own blog. I want to remake him into a much colder, dangerous character that I feel I haven’t made him. How many of you guys would follow that? Do threads with me, even if my Elijah isn’t as friendly?]

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Reblog if your muse is up for a game of Truth or Dare via asks.

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dpd-detective-in-training‌:

Ugh, of course he wanted something. She narrowed her eyes. “What do you want then?”

He blinked up at her innocently. “I was asking you, darling, what you would be willing to give that is of equal value to this tedious task.”

"Hey, does your arrogant ass have time to fix something for me today?

Clearing his throat, Elijah leaned back in his chair and lowered his glasses to give Isles a look over the thick rims. He set his datapad aside and gestured for her to speak. “My ass isn’t busy. It can do whatever you like. Within reason. Though I must warn you, it’s a bit sensitive. Don’t call it arrogant.”

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dpd-detective-in-training‌:

“Yeah?” She phrased it as a question because did he want there to be something else she wanted? Other than insult him, of course, but she was already doing that. “So you gonna do it or not?” 

She set the roomba down on his desk. “And make it stop tripping me!”

“Perhaps you could start watching where you’re walking?” He quipped dryly, examining the roomba with a bored look through the lenses of his glasses. “And what will I get out of tweaking your roomba, my dear? It’s not an easy task modifying technology from the 2000s.”

"Hey, does your arrogant ass have time to fix something for me today?

Clearing his throat, Elijah leaned back in his chair and lowered his glasses to give Isles a look over the thick rims. He set his datapad aside and gestured for her to speak. “My ass isn’t busy. It can do whatever you like. Within reason. Though I must warn you, it’s a bit sensitive. Don’t call it arrogant.”

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“Yes.” He raised an eyebrow. “Is that it?”

"Hey, does your arrogant ass have time to fix something for me today?

Clearing his throat, Elijah leaned back in his chair and lowered his glasses to give Isles a look over the thick rims. He set his datapad aside and gestured for her to speak. “My ass isn’t busy. It can do whatever you like. Within reason. Though I must warn you, it’s a bit sensitive. Don’t call it arrogant.”

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"Hey, does your arrogant ass have time to fix something for me today?

Clearing his throat, Elijah leaned back in his chair and lowered his glasses to give Isles a look over the thick rims. He set his datapad aside and gestured for her to speak. “My ass isn’t busy. It can do whatever you like. Within reason. Though I must warn you, it’s a bit sensitive. Don’t call it arrogant.”

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[Oof.]

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He arched a brow at her choice of words. She knew he was one of the richest men in the world, and she asked him to look presentable. Typical Isles... and he wouldn’t change her for anything. He didn’t think twice about the heart; it was probably meant in a sarcastic way, anyway. 

He tucked the note into his pocket and offered Chloe his arm, as any gentleman would, to escort her back to his car to pick a ‘suitable’ outfit for his date. 

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Elijah raised his eyebrows when Chloe placed the slip of paper into his hand, but didn’t question it and read over it right then and there. 

The scribbled word caught his attention, but not as much as the word that came after it. A snort caught in his throat and he tried to hide his smile. Only one woman would ask for this. 

On the back of the note, he scribbled an elegant reply before sending it back in Chloe’s hand.

‘Nothing would make me happier.’

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Isles slips Chloe a folded up piece of paper before she’s able to leave the precinct. Isles doesn’t ask her what she’s doing there, just presses the note into her hand and tells her to give it to Kamski.

“DPD is having a banquet. Do you wanna be my date escort?”

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What kind of things can we do with the event? Things like talk to him or help him with the process?

[Really you can do whatever you want with it. I just really wanted to experiment with dark, troubled Kamski. Obviously it could vary depending on what sort of person is interacting with him.]

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[I’ve not written for Kamski in a sinfully long time, so I’m going to try to change that with a little event of sorts.

Young Kamski. 20 year old Kamski, struggling to perfect the first Android. 

Anybody up for it?]

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dpd-detective-in-training‌:”

“I think you getting in the pool would be nice. And then helping me into it if you don’t mind.”

He shrugged, sliding off his jacket and reaching up to unbutton his shirt. “Well, if you insist.”

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“You want me to show you my pool?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or you want me to show you myself getting out of my pool? I could do both, if you like.”

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“So you concede that you have no evidence to back up your claim? Other than ‘it looks red to me’, of course.”

//KAMSKIS POOL WATER IS RED.

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“IF THAT WERE TRUE, I WOULD HAVE BEEN COVERED IN RED DROPLETS WHENEVER I GOT OUT. SINCE NONE OF MY TOWELS ARE DYED RED, I WOULD SAY THAT YOUR ASSUMPTION IS FALSE.”

//KAMSKIS POOL WATER IS RED.

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Send “♩” for my muse to slow dance with your muse. (I'm a sucker for this)

Elijah didn’t usually dance. Even at parties, he saved the dancing for those he wanted to speak with, not because he wanted to hold his partner close.

But standing in his living room with the soft, sweet music floating around them and Chloe standing before him, he decided he wanted to dance. He wanted to dance, and with her.

He said nothing for a few moments as he moved forward and pulled her into his arm, one hand seeking hers to interlock their fingers. She wasn’t too much shorter; they were still mostly face to face. “Dance with me?” He asked gently, his nose brushing against hers.