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"𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃." 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 at tae , voice dripping with playful sarcasm. " i suppose it could be ... entertaining , watching everyone parade around in cheap costumes , pretending to be monsters. " she leans in slightly , her tone shifting , almost conspiratorial. " but , you know ... nothing compares to the real thing. maybe i should attend , give them a taste of what a true creature of the night looks like. " she winks.
"I'm already preparing myself for a halloween party," he said, scrolling through different costumes before looking up at the person nearest him. "How much do you want to bet they're planning on doing some halloween costume party for the whole town?" he mused, "wouldn't put it past them. Plus I do like a good party"
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𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴 sinks her frame deeper into the booth. her exaggerated expression somewhere between stubborn fury and playful defiance. a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth , despite himself. she's a firecracker , that was for sure. her truck , on the other hand , was another story. " middle aged man or not , that thing's seen better days , " rust leans into his seat , voice tingles in amusement. his eyes flicker to her hand inching toward his mug. he shakes his head , not bothering to stop her – having three daughters did that to you. what was his was theirs – and what was theirs was , well , theirs. " town hero , huh ? guess i could always use a promotion. "
𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝚂 coffee , he couldn't hold back a chuckle. a burly one that came from the gut - the classic dad laugh. " yeah it's called coffee. grown - ups drink it like that. " he raises a hand to summon a passing waitress. " another coffee , and whatever the little miss would like as well . " he asks gesturing at clementine. at the mention of the universe repaying deeds , rust raises a brow. " is that so ? guess i'll be expectin' a coupla favors from the universe then. maybe it'll fix your truck too." he reunites with his new cup of coffee , blowing over the steam before taking an easy sip. " whatta ya' need a guy like me for when the the universe is around ? " he jokes.

at the sheriff’s words , clementine sank further & further into the abyss of her seat , arms sprawled out to her sides ; the perfect picture of chaos & over - the - top nonsense . the left corner of her mouth curled up into a slight snarl — no , her truck was no quitter ! it had risen from the dead more times than she knew how to count , a warrior in every sense of the word . adults were supposed to have all the answers , right ? so why had the gruff man’s teasing remarks set her cheeks ablaze with the crackling embers of fury ? “ my baby’s no middle - aged man , man . ”
she sucked in a deep breath , having to remind herself that he wasn’t the one responsible for her beaten - up car’s torment . as far as she was aware . the sudden chuckle that floated from the lips of her comrade served to snap her out of her spiral , internal fire abandoned & replaced with newfound playfulness , as abrupt & disorienting as a heart - attack . the air around her brightened . he’s trying to help you out , dummy . bug - like eyes zoned in on the brunet’s pocket - sized smirk . “ aha ! so you’re making use of your funny boone i see . ” a dumb joke delivered with the goofiest display of teeth , over - confident to a fault . sneaky hands slithered across the table oh - so - slowly but definitely not oh - so - subtly . “ i mean , if you did help me out you’d receive the title of town hero , you know ? breaking news ! local saves the life of a charming , blue beauty ! hear all about it tonight & all that . ” her fingers latched onto his mug , never once hesitating before stealing a sip ; the response was immediate , tongue sticking out in rejection of the bitter taste . bleh , could use some more sugar . “ the universe always repays kind deeds , rusty . ”
#🐺 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 ‚ archives .#orphvc.#sometimes best friends are a 26 year old witch and a 55 year old dog man :')
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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚆𝙽 , keep his head down ; especially in a place like this. rust's heart aches at the sight of her , kneeling in the cold. fragile and lost. he kept his silence for a moment allowing the crisp air bite at skin , watching her pour her soul into the earth beneath her. " ma'am ... you shouldn't be out here like this. " his voice is low , gravelly yet gentle enough in an attempt not to startle her. " it's too cold out ... " his footsteps crunch against the grass as he approaches. rust removes his jacket to drape over her shoulders. " you got enough on your plate , don't need you freezing yourself on top of it. " rust pinches up his jean leg in order to comfortably kneel beside her. he offers the warmth of his presence , " i get it." he murmurs just above a whisper. " more than i'd care to admit. "
﹠ open, garden memorial. ﹙ 2 / 4 ﹚
the morning air, crisp as it is, sets an ache in her heart. bone weary, fingers turned to frost at their tips; too early, too cold, too much to be alive and to be here. but she cannot help herself. it has become a compulsion — to trek all this way on foot, when sleep has been naught but the dream of a mind that seems no longer her own. to brace the autumn chill in little more than her bedtime flannel. a kind of harm to oneself, an attempt at feeling. ❛ god . . . ❜ she kneels there, at his grave, and splays her body across the freshly hewn grass. ❛ oh, god! ❜ voice cracked, high and reedy; she tastes the earth upon her mouth. this, a lamentation. a call to some power higher than herself.
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , theo ( @macabr3s ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the ivory tearoom
" 𝚈𝙾𝙾 - 𝙷𝙾𝙾 ! " 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙽𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 waved, catching the other’s attention with a playful wiggle. amusement laced her tone as she surveys the delicate tearoom. her gaze narrows when it lands on the familiar face. " theodora , of all places … bearhold ?" her laugh was soft , but sharp. " what on earth could you be hiding from that’s led you here ?" her taunting words linger in the air as she steps closer , brow arched. " this hardly seems like your kind of sanctuary. has running gone out of style ? "
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , utp ( @ofleylines ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : some clothing store idk
𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝙸𝙽𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿 breath. as the animated type , it's almost as if her facial expressions came with subtitles. her eyes flick up and down , taking in the outfit with a slow an assessing gaze. " it's ... bold. " she offers , " you're not aiming for chic , subtlety i assume. " carmilla tilts her head , a slight smirk forming. " perhaps something less desperate for attention would suit you better ... just a thought. " she laughs.
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , utp ( @intofalls ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the garrison
𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽 a closer glimpse at the brawl unfolding only a few feet away , carmilla can't disguise her laughter. " i've been around long enough to know how this ends. " her lips curl into a knowing smile as she took a slow sip of her drink. " but i am curious ," her eyes flicker up cold and amused. " who do you think'll win ?"
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , alice ( @albarks ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : carmilla's ( haunted ) house
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 front door echoes as carmilla steps out into the porch , her eyes gleaming in the pale moonlight. " you and your little gang have been circling my home for weeks now. curiosity may get you killed , dear – and what would your father , the sheriff , think of this behavior ? " she leans casually against the railing , a faint smile lingering on her lips. " i assume you've heard the rumors , ghosts , shadows , things that go bump in the night. i'd love to tell you all those stories , tell me little girl do you believe in monsters ?"
#🕷️ 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ‚ archives .#albarks.#[rust vc] al gtfo NOW#for further context carmi moved into an old old house in town thats rumored to be haunted
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , fenellla ( @deersaints ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the ruby moose
𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝚃𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻 vial , swirling the thick , red liquid inside. " do they tell you where this comes from , or do you simply not care ? " she raises her gaze , her expression cold but curious. " a commodity like this must come at a steep cost. i wonder , how steep ?"
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , utp ( @ren0wned ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the garrison
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙲 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙾𝙵 her glass echoes in the near - empty bar. " for such reputation the garrison , it’s not quite as sharp as i’d imagined. “ she raised an eyebrow at her guest , her smile edging with amusement. ” tell me , what’s the most dangerous thing that’s passed through here ? "
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , utp ( @hehates ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : garden memorial
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙻𝚈 turned grave, carmilla tilts her head, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at her lips. " they always come back here , don't they ? no matter how much they think they’ve moved on , the dead always leave a mark. " she sighs , almost theatrically. " pity. some things are best left buried. "
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kim so - yeon , 999 , non binary , she/her 𐫱 › hey , isn't that CARMILLA KANG ? i've heard they've lived in bearhold for two weeks . rumor has it that they can be rather OBSINATE & BULLISH , but hey , that's just their nature as a NIGHTWALKER VAMPIRE . they totally make up for it by being RESOLUTE & STRATEGIC . if you're looking for them , you can probably find them hanging out at ONCE UPON A THYME .
[ ✦ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . basics.
full name: carmilla kang
nickname(s): refuses, but carmi works.
age: 999, allegedly.
date of birth: unknown
place of birth: unknown
ethnicity: korean
species: vampire, nightwalker
nationality: multiple, american
gender: non binary
pronouns: she, hers

family ties.
mother: unknown
father: unknown
siblings: unknown
spouse / partner: multiple, widower.
children: no biological children, though those who she turns are considered her children.
pets: none

occupational information.
occupation, current: suspiciously wealthy
occupation, previous: countess, noblewoman, socialite

physical appearance.
face claim: kim so yeon
hair color: black
eye color: brown
height: six foot one
tattoos: none
piercings: one in each ear
clothing style: tbd.

[ ✦ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . personality.
wip.

[ ✦ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . tropes.
THE ETERNAL FEMME FATAL : seductive and dangerous , she uses her allure to manipulate and control others , often without remorse. carmilla is known for “promising” her victims a better life , and an even better future. this is how she “traps” her victims into becoming vampires.
THE BLACK WIDOW : over several years , carmilla has married wealthy / powerful men , only for them to die under mysterious or suspicious circumstances. she uses her charm , beauty , and allure to ensnare her victims. each of carmilla's marriages have ended in tragedy , with the husband's death appearing accidental or natural on the surface , but hiding a more sinister reality.
ANICENT IMMORTALITY : carmilla is a vampire who has lived for centuries , making her wise and cunning , but also detached from humanity.
LADY OF THE MANOR : she usually will reside in an elegant , gothic estate or penthouse , exuding wealth and power in her domain. do imagine that carmilla lives in the outskirts of town , in an old victorian home atop a hill. rumors swirl among the youth that it's haunted.
DARK ELEGANCE : always poised and refined. she has a sense of grace and sophistication that hides her brutal nature.
VAMPIRE ARISTOCRAT : she is of high status in the vampire world , often viewing humans as beneath her or simply tools to be used. to carmilla , vampires are a “more advanced species."
BLOOD IS POWER : she views humans not as people but as resources , vital to her survival and ambitions, using them purely for sustenance and manipulation.
TRAGIC VILLIAN : despite her cruelty , there is a deep , hidden sorrow. carmilla has lived several years and has no memory of her life prior to becoming a vampire. she has no ancestors , no home. it has helped shape her ruthless demeanor.
THE ICY HEART : her emotions are tightly controlled , and she views compassion as a weakness. any attachments are strategic , never sentimental.
POWER HUNGRY SCHEMER : driven by a relentless desire for control and dominance , she’s ruthless in her pursuit of power , both in the vampire world and among humans.
THE IRON LADY : cold , calculating, and unyielding , she commands respect and fear, rarely showing weakness or vulnerability.
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✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private , snow ( @spiritguides ) ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : snow's apartment , morning. ✱ 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 : here.
𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 thin curtains , casting a soft glow over the room. rust stirs , half - awake feeling the warmth of the morning on his skin. his body aches in a way that wasn't unpleasant - more of a reminder of the night before , the weight of it hanging in the air like a lingering scent. his arm drapes over snow , fingers resting against her. he could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing beneath his touch. for a moment , he lays there , eyes half - lidded , staring at the ceiling and letting his thoughts drift. the quiet apartment wrapped around him , broken only by the occasional sound from outside. it's a strange sort of peace , one that he wasn't used to , not in the way it settles in his chest like an unfamiliar guest. he refuses to move , something in him had finally given in last night. something that had been coiling tight for far too long. the kiss — the heat between them , had been inevitable. his lips still tingle with the memory of her taste , whiskey mingling with cherry.
𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴 her , he shifts moving slowly as he turns his head to steal a glance. snow's dark hair fans out over the pillow , her face softened by sleep , her breath steady and quiet. she looks peaceful. more at ease than he'd ever seen her , and that thought made something stir in his chest. it was strange — waking up like this. rust wasn’t used to it. the gentle intimacy of the moment felt heavy , like a thin thread tying him to something deeper than he’d meant to reach for.
𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙰 quiet breath , barely more than a whisper of air , as he carefully attempted to slide out from under the sheets. each moment was slow , refusing to disturb her slumber. he sits up slowly , muscles protesting as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. his feet unite with the cool floor , and for a second , he just sits there , elbows resting on his knees , staring at the floorboards like they held the answers to whatever the hell he’d gotten himself into. part of him wanted to bolt. the other part — well , the other part was still feeling the echo of snow’s breath against his lips , the way her forehead had rested against his , as if they’d both needed to anchor themselves in that moment.
𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝚂 his shoulder , back at the bed where snow still sleeps. rust is eager to avoid the awkwardness of whatever this morning may bring. but something he isn't quite ready to admit to – keeps him rooted there , unwilling to leave. eager to explore a new chapter , puppy love. rust exhales a quiet breath , leaning forward as his elbow sank into the mattress beneath him. his other hand reaches out , gentle fingertips brushing a few strands of hair away from her cheek. " rise and shine , princess , "
#two gifs bc i bought those and i will USE THEM SO HELP EM GAWRSH#do not feel obligated to match length im just yappin#unlike rust...who......like why would u call her that kgfoidhg#🐺 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 ‚ archives .
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𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙷 , mid - sip of his coffee with the bell over the diner door chimes ; it's soon followed by clementine's whirlwind of an entrance. unable to react before she practically throws herself onto the seat across from him , her dramatic sigh consuming the space between them. an infectious energy rust wasn't entirely sure how to respond to. instead he raises a brow , pressing his back into the booth. " second time this week ? " he repeats , voice tinged with a bit of disbelief. " sounds like your truck's beggin' for retirement." rust sets his mug down. he eyed her hands dragging down her face , split fingers giving him a peek of her expression. — she's just a kid rust , take it easy.
𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚂 , " 𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 say it's got character." he shook his head slightly, his version of a chuckle — a dry , almost invisible thing, like dust blowing across the highway. " y’know , " he continues , rubbing the back of his neck like he was considering something against his better judgment , " i’m pretty handy with a wrench. could probably fix it up for you ... if i wanted to. " his tone was teasing , that subtle smile of his inching wider. " but where's the fun in that ? seems like your truck’s just tryin' to keep you on your toes. "
* 𝟎𝟎𝟏 . 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : car funeral . ( 𝟎 / 𝟒 ) 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : local diner ( yum ) !
lanky arms draped over the hood of her truck & a swift kiss delivered to its chipped paint were how the young witch chose to bid it yet another safe journey into the great beyond — clearly not overdramatic at all . it took some strength to unstick herself from her most beloved possession but , after many failed attempts , she was dragging red cowboy boots towards the entrance of the small diner , & former workplace , while the blue corpse remained in the parking lot , tires punching out their last breaths . the bell jingled — a frightful sound — warning unsuspecting patrons of her arrival .
“ friggin’shit ! ” clementine lamented , collapsing onto the first sticky booth that dared cross her path , completely unbothered by the fact that someone had already claimed that particular corner of the restaurant ; it was possible that she even chose to invade that exact territory due to the one who had unwillingly become her new crisis companion . “ this is the second time that my truck’s decided to kick the bucket , ” adorned hands dragged down her miserable face , fingers splitting to allow a peek at the other , “ this week . ”
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𝙰 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 him. rust shakes his head slightly , "profiling huh ? maybe you missed your calling." his voice is low , worn from the weight. he surrenders some warmth , the smile she gave him softens something in his chest. " appreciate it , lorelai , " he says after a beat. " don't always feel it these days ... but it's nice to hear. " he pauses running his hand through his hair. he doesn't say much , refusing to linger to long on the thought of his wife. " kids are tough , but they're hangin' in there. think they get that from their mom. " he gave a small , almost reluctant smile at the mention of company. “ company’s nice , though. and if your car guy can do miracles , he’s got his work cut out for him with that old thing. ”
"maybe just a tad bit predictable?" she laughed back, letting out a small sigh of relief. "or maybe i'm just profiling. i heard there was a need for detectives. thought i might show off my skills." she teased back, before letting him talk. it had been rough. she could only imagine how he was feeling dealing with it all. she was just a citizen and wasn't coping well... and grateful she wasn't in the eye of that storm. "but i wanted to, rust." she smiled, "you're a good man you deserve to have someone check in on you."
lorelai's smile altered slightly, there was a sweet sting to the words. she loved working with rosemary. she was one of the few teachers she could go to in confidence. "she is the best teacher i've known." lorelai replied simply, her tone bittersweet, "you're kids were great in comparison." she chuckled, "maybe a bit hardheaded like their father.. but great kids nonetheless." lorelai would say this about most of her students but boone children were great. she gave a big smile, "company i can do... and maybe i'll call my car guy for that." she said following him as she nodded towards his vehicle.
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𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 a knowing look. " yeah , worse. " he mutters , tapping his fingers lightly on the table. " you'll see soon enough. " there was a small , almost amused smile on his face. " paperwork's the easy part , kid. it's the nights when you can't sleep that get you. when you start questioning if you did enough. " he sighs , giving reed a quick reassuring nod. " but you'll handle it. the old captain picked you for a reason , right ? just remember that when it feels like too much. "
Reed probably was out of his depth, but the prvious captain chose him for a reason. "You would do the same for me." He said with a small smile. Reed nodded in gratitude. "Worse?" He asked as his eyes widened slightly. Maybe it was his lack of experience shining though but he didn't think it could be worse. "I always do but that part of the job." He looked around. "Though I will admit I never excepted so much paperwork."
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𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙸𝚂 coffee and allows the silence hang for a second before responding. " yeah , busy's one word for it. " he glances out the window , the gray clouds reflecting in his eyes. " small town like this though ... things don't stay quiet for long. always something brewin' under the surface. " he takes another sip , letting the warmth settle before continuing. " think i've seen you at the library , you got it good there i bet. " he adds , a faint trace of humor in his voice. " besides , you're one of pearl's kiddos right ? bet she raised you smart , wouldn't want you tangled up in all this. " rust gives him a nod , more serious now. " stick to books , they don't bite back. "
LOCATION: umm … somewhere!
TAGGING: i apologize to rust for dealing with this guy, ( @furymoon ) .
he wouldn't want to be in russell's position — being a sheriff seems like a lot of work, more than he's probably thinking, and the thought of that alone is enough to keep enzo out of that line of work. he can handle the mundane old ladies at the library who don't know how to access their now defunct aol emails. stands up a bit straighter at the sight of the older, almost as if trying to impress, despite meek demeanor. blinks once, twice, three times as his brain catches up to what they want to say. “you guys have been busy.” nice, enzo, real nice conversation starter. if he had dog eyes on his head, they'd be flat. “at the department, i mean.”
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