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@perry-flynn

Driving was meditative, in a way. Errol enjoyed doing it if he couldn't run or read if he eas experiencing a bout of insomnia.

He makes a noise at the back of his throat, an affirmative, before he nods slightly, the wince this time less pronounced. His head wasn't throbbing so badly this time, and having something to focus on helped.

"Mm, could do. Might 'elp us blend a bit better, seein' as 'm Irish an' yer a bloody Brit." People didn't always take kindly to others who weren't from their own place, particularly people who'd be asking nosy questions.

Errol half-smirks, then shrugs. "'Course I can always change me accent, if I really wanna. Play it by ear. But, aye. T' girls bein' 'round might do us some good. We can bring 'em, 'ey do fine in a car."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@uffdah-riley

There was a funny smelling child walking around by their lonesome.

Now, the first wouldn't necessarily swnd iff aby red flags. This was Swynlake. Ninety percent of the bloody town smelled odd to the wolf and, consequently, Errol. But the child wandering, no matter thst they're probably on secondary, makes the former-law enforcement side of himself bristle, look around.

When they approach him, an entire stranger, then start laughing, Errol is nearly convinced they're out of their gourd.

"Comp'ny, eh? Well, before I answer 'at," he says, juggling the bag in his hands. "Answer me this: why're ye wanderin' 'round town? 'Cause I gotta clean me office, an' could keep ye real busy if thas yer aim."

Court-Mandated Fun || Open

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@perry-flynn

Errol is dozing a bit, eyes half closed, when Perry speaks again, the familiar companionable silence pulling him into the usually hard-won throes of sleep. Picking his head up off the back of the couch, Errol's interest piqued as he continues listening, a hand idle scratching one of the dog's ears.

"Aye, could do. Would work, I fink. An' if nofin' it gives us at least a way tah give 'er closure if their ain't nofin' there."

He snorts at the question about road trips, gesturing to the dogs. "Jus' tell me when an' I'll 'ave t' neighbor watch t' girls. 'S real easy like. I'll even take turns wif ye drivin'."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@perry-flynn

Perry's comment makes Errol snorts, a quiet laugh escaping, eyes crinkling as he grins, face tilted toward the other man from where he has it settled agaisnt the couch. "Oh, aye. 'M perfectly aware, Perry. 'Ve 'ad tah clean t' mounds offa t' office floor a time or ten."

A small nod accompanies the other man's words, but it still leaves a furrow between Errol's brows. He didn't like unfinished things - cases, goodbyes, none of it - and it grates on him to know that they might not be able to do what they need, right now, to help the girl.

"Mm maybe. 'ope so."

There isn't much more to do, then, he thinks, but to wait. So he might as well, even if he doesn't want to or like to.

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@bad-moon--rising

Keepin' myself occupied.

Errol snorts, the corner of his mouth curling higher, chagrined, as he nods. Aye, he knew the feeling, particularly when you were young. Too much free time and some people went stir crazy. Eventually, mundanity got the better of you.

"Ah. Well, 's a good place. Quiet, an' t' owner's a good sort." For the most part, anyway. He kept away frkm the politics of the entire thing, but Belle had never looked twice at him, or even made a comment to him, though he was fairly certain Toulouse knew he was a wolf.

It was...a thing, he supposed, with the packs about town, or so he'd eventually figured out.

Errol shifts on his leg, shifting what he was holding to both take in the younger man, turn himself toward an exit, and keep his body language loose. He didn't know if this wolf was turned or not, but Errol wanted no part in any territorial bullshite.

"Been in town long," he asks, tone both its typical even and quiet as much as it was, despite himself, curious.

Catching the Scent || Irish Luck

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@perry-flynn

A laugh escapes at Perry's comment, and Errol shifts on the couch, back pressing into the arm of the couch he was leaned up against.

"Sentimentality, 'm sure. Baby fings, pictures, ugly arse rugs an' shite." He shrugs a shoulder, not really knowing the answer. He was sentimental, to a point. In the military, you had little ability to hoard; the things you kept were small momentos or keepsakes, easily packed away or placed on your person.

A frustrated sigh escapes and he nods. "I know, but 's still frustratin'."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@bad-moon--rising

When the younger man laughs instead of baring his teeth, the slope of Errol’s shoulders easing. He didn't need to worry, nor did the wolf, that they wouldn't be welcome in a place he, probably, had existed in first.

It was an odd sensation, quite frankly.

The grin on his face shifts, morphing feom the rictus it had been in to a chagrined smirk, a show of good-natured teeth. "Eh? No reason tah get a book? Jus' wanderin' frough?"

Catching the Scent || Irish Luck

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@perry-flynn

Perry's still watching him when he looks over, when Perry sits back down again. Errol cocks his head to the side and raises a bemused brow and, this time, the action doesn't make pain zing down his temples.

He snorts at the comment and shakes his head. "Sounds real complicated. Lemme guess - ol' an' worn in? Woulda fit some o' th' shite 'ere." Namely them, but he wasn't going to say that aloud. And besides - Errol was the older of the pair.

"Me mam has a hope chest she puts all 'er blankets an' shite in. Was th' neighbor woman's, 'fore she'd moved off or died. Dunno which. 'S got all o' 'at."

It was weird to allow the other man to relax in his home, merely because Perry hadn't been here for long, extended periods of time. But it also wasn't, because Errol was comfortable around him.

He glances at the stacks and pairs of papers then shakes his head, a frustrated sigh escaping. "Nah. Not really. Which is why I was tryin' so hard."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@perry-flynn

Finishing food in silence isn't always on his list of wants for a day, but it helps ease the pain in his head even more.

When Perry takes the bowls away, Errol thanks him. Then, he unfurls from the ball he's turned himself into and stretches, joints popping and pain easing as he rolls his neck and it, too, finally finally cracks along the vertebrae.

Errol lets out an audible sigh, shoulders relaxing back against the couch arm, before he turns and eyes the other man as he comes back into the room.

"Eh, ain't so bad. Least it matches. None o' out furniture did when I was small."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@perry-flynn

See, the thing was that Errol hadn't had anyone to hang about for a while, not because he wasn't friendly or didn't like people, but he was often on his own. But, working wirh Perry meant differently.

It meant that, sometimes, he came in early to help open. It meant sometimes closing because Perry hadn't slept. It meant taking on leg work and investigation when the other couldn't, filling in the gaps between them, and it worked.

He supposes, in a way, this is something similar, though Errol doesn't quite frame it that way.

Eating in silence helps, and the food itself means his head doesn't pound at his eyes so badly, that it calms the ebbing flow of his migraine.

A snort escapes and Errol carefully shakes his head. "Thought ye got it secondhand."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@perry-flynn

Perry confirms what he hadn't finished saying and Errol hums quietly, giving a little nod, before thinking better of it with a quiet grumbling. Bloody headache.

He bares his teeth, in what could be a grimace or a smile or a mix of the three, and doesn't feel any ounce of shame for it when he blinks off back to the couch and curls up in the corner, hesd pillowed back agaisnt the cushions.

Errol takes the bowl given to him without complaint, keeping it close to his face, over his chest, so he doesn't spill. The heat helps, too.

When Perry can't get the girls to settle, Errol clicks his tongue and gives them a command in German. They lay down, first Delilah then Dublin. on their beds, looking at the men from where their heads sit on their paws.

"Thank ye. For takin' 'em out an' gettin' food."

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol

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@headpatsforsteve

Errol just watches, bemused, as the man talks his head off, searching around for something to give him to keep his papers together.

That happened to be a linen cord, almost like the kind he remembers having in his kit in the military.

Accepting it with a grin and quiet thanks, Errol loops it round the folder twice before tying it off on a quick, one-handed slipknot. Once that's done, he regards the man again, a tilt to his head as he assess the information presented to him.

He knew of the fairies though had met few of them. Still, in his original assignment here he'd read up on the Hollow and their various talents.

"Thank ye kindly but, beggin' pardon - what talent are ye? Seems tah me like yer one o' th' few out 'ere prepared fer everythin'."

Fly Away 🛡️ open

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@perry-flynn

Errol's in the kitchen when he hears Perry shrugging into his jacket, finally actually taking the advice and going home. They both had a tendency to string out their sleep, or lack thereof, so he's almost surprised the man does it.

Surprised and, in a way, grateful, too.

It gave Errol some quiet. Not that Perry was loud, by any means, or his company not welcomed, but after the prior evening he'd had, both man and wolf relished the prospect of even a sliver of quiet.

"Aye, dear, I know how tae open th' bloody office," he calls back, chuckling, shaking his head. "Go on 'fore some mystery case drops intae yer lap."

Perry goes a minute later, Errol shaking his head as he does just as he's been asked - locks the door behind him, tidies the space, ensures the lights are dim and the 'CLOSED' sign is in place. Errol makes another cup of coffee and pours over a few files before light touches the morning grey.

Then, he too, finds someplace in the office and sleeps.

worse for wear || perol

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@bad-moon--rising

It'd been a few months since Errol had scented another wolf around town, in more than simple passing. He kept himself well away from the packs here, not because he wanted nothing to do with them but, simply put, it was far easier than needing to explain to townspeople why his cases were suddenly in question.

Why his work of over a decade could be invalidated.

No, better to keep himself tucked into a corner where only a handful of people knew of him, of his new ( three years? had it been now? ) companion.

But Errol knew that would only work for so long. Buster had found him, and they had run together, and the wolf had wanted more for it. Then there was the matter of Perry, who the wolf had deemed theirs and, specifically, his own. Errol breathed not one word about it, but he knew the truth of it, in every thought the wolf had about the lanky private eye. And Jessica, too, in her own way was cared for by the wolf, though not in the same vein - the other two were, simply put, pack; she was familiar, kind, and a safe place to land, but held a differing importance.

The intricacies of it all hurt Errol's head worse than any migraine, particularly when they came to Perry.

The scent catches his nose again and the wolf stirs, pricks its ears forward, and Errol grits his teeth, shaking himself when he rounds a corner of the shelves, the bookshop he'd been hunting around in for a new read - for himself, yes, but for Perry, too.

"Sorry," he says, and starts to back away, eyes roving over every inch of the tall brunet in the aisle. He offers a twisted grin, wry and sardonic. "Didnae mean tah nearly blow ye over, laddie."

Catching the Scent || Irish Luck

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Catching the Scent || Irish Luck

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@headpatsforsteve

Errol had finally made some bloody headway on this case.

For Eilonwy, as it were, but the information was for Perry to give to her. It was small, miniscule, but it might point them in a direction. Somewhere.

And the weather was doing all it could to prevent him from doing that.

( Not that he hadn't ensuredoing he was triple protected; given the nature of his work and his ability to hack, Errol had ensured he kept the information in multiple places. )

Turning, a foot striking out to snag one paper that had loosed from the folder he held in hand, the other is suddenly presented to him by...an armored man?

Both brows jump toward his hairline, the wolf scenting stranger, glittering magic but nothing he hadn't encountered before. In person? No, not that he could recall. But around this place? Yes, most definitely.

Errol takes the paper back with a quick movement, though not a snatch, and flips the paper in half. "Thank ye kindly," he says, accent thick and smile sharp, nodding toward the stranger as he notes the other's own fangs. "Yer right t' fink I cannae lose that."

Fly Away 🛡️ open

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@perry-flynn

Like always, Perry doesn't ask, even when there's a small part of Errol that wonders, if he told him to, if he would. If he'd ask personal things, learn more about the people he was around - Errol included.

Because, for as much snooping and observing as he did in his job, Perry was piss poor at it when it came to people he considered to be - what? - friends? colleagues?

Errol's head hurt to badly to process any of it so he simply tucks those thoughts away for another time. Instead, he nods ever-so-slightly at the comment, the redundancy of it. "Ye try ancestry sites? If ye get her information, profile, what have ye," he mumbles, shifting along the back of the couch, "might strike 'ere."

Errol had done it before, with a case about a missing Magick girl when he'd been a younger officer and DNA sites had been fairly new. It'd helped them. Could do it again here.

The sound of movement, once again, is loud, and Errol furrows his brow, shifting to look at the man as Perry stands, takes his bloody dogs, and leaves. He couldn't've gotten a word in edgewise, even if he'd wanted.

It also told him, too, that Perry had been around enough he knew where Errol kept the girl's leashes - the coat closet door beside the entrance - and that they liked him enough to allow him to take them out.

That, too, makes his head spin, and the sudden vertigo of it makes him groan and shove his face, his whole body, down into the couch cushions.

Errol realizes he's dozed off again when he hears the click of the door lock, this time accompanied by the sound of the girls' nails as they tippy-tap on the hardwood, eager to get off leash.

It's Dublin, this time, that shoves her cold, wet nose against the back of his arm, nudges him awake with a quiet groan as he sits up. Eyes the man who pointedly locks his front door and then tells him to grab whichever - soup he wanted?

"Ye went an' got -" That was too much for him to process right now. That small thing, someone else doing something for him, and it made his brain, his body, ache.

So Errol just stands, listing against the counter a bit as he takes bowls down and hands them off to the other man, watching with half-squinted eyes as Perry moves around his bloody kitchen.

Blinding Ideas | Perry & Errol