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Positive? Positive.

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Carmelita stared at the two imposing lines on the indicator. She'd laid motionless to the bed, staring at the ceiling, willing herself to believe that her mind was assuming the worst. Now here the lines still were, clear as day. She was pregnant.

Her heart thudded. She looked down at her chiselled stomach, trying to imagine tiny legs kicking. Her stomach churned.

She'd always been careful, yet there was only one father - and he was back in Paris. Six weeks had passed, and she had blocked him everywhere to help herself move on. Now they were indelibly tied, a tiny cub joining them together. What do you say? Who could she speak to?

Truthfully she was desperate to be a mother, however it had always been a 'one day' thought, not a 'this year' or even 'next year'. She'd need to have a husband, she thought, before she could consider the idea. But she loved Sly. Of course, she'd indulged in the idea of the two of them raising a child, but this? This wasn't how it was meant to happen.

The tears came. She lay on the bed, howling, pressing the pillow to her face until it was stained with tears. She had no one here; now she had a child to raise and a pregnancy to fulfil. She wanted this baby, she wanted to show it more love than she'd ever been shown. Yet, how could she live with the child never knowing their father?

Her spiralling thoughts were interrupted by a brash ringing from the bedside cabinet, an unknown number.

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Carmelita tried to keep her coffee in her stomach as the car lurched forward and stopped unpredictably. She was sure this was probably reasonably gentle driving compared to Sergio's archival portfolio of journeys, but anything that wasn't a slow, straight cruise at 15mph was becoming challenging for her,

She was touched by Sergio's gentlemanly gestures, a side of him that had been largely unseen until now. She also felt a bit embarrassed, as if she was being treated like a heavily pregnant woman. She hoped that wasn't on her tarot cards.

She stepped out of the vehicle and gazed up at the hotel, a narrow, tall building on the street corner. The rain had stopped, but she felt unusually hot and bothered. As soon as she'd checked in, she would put the fan on and lay back on the bed - once she'd sorted the other thing.

"Thank you, Sergio. Seriously, thanks. It's been good to see you," she said honestly, as they traveled through the revolving doors into an art deco lobby. "I'm going to check in and probably have a lie-down..."

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The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.

[sly-fcking-cooper]

quotes from murray in his pizza delivery boy era

girl help they are making me do my job at work

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girl help they are making me do my job at work

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Carmelita shook her head and shuffled back into Sergio's (pretty neat) car, wincing, one hand on her stomach. Was she bloated, or was she imagining it?

"No," she replied. "I've barely eaten anything, to be honest. Unless I've had too much coffee. I don't really want to think about it..."

"Thanks," she added, as Sergio closed the door for her. "Anyway, maybe distraction is best. You've got a fun delivery ahead," she nodded towards the paper bag carrying the 'supplies' for the GateCrashr customer.

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The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.

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[sly-fcking-cooper]

Carmelita nodded with a small, tired smile, still a little flushed from her incorrect assumption, and the embarrassing item she had in her right hand.

"Yes...I can relate to that. No plans, nothing ever exciting. Just... work." She had never been one to let frivolity pull her away from her job, even when she and Sly had been together. It wasn't just money to survive, it was a feeling of purpose, fitting her own unique puzzle piece into the world.

She let Sergio pay first, hanging behind slightly and still not saying much. Once she'd paid, she stuffed the test into her inside jacket pocket, leaving it verbally unacknowledged. Sergio, being somewhat a gentleman, didn't say anything. The sooner she explained, the less space there was for misinterpretation.

"Pharmacist asked me to take one, in case you're wondering. There's no way I'm actually pregnant."

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The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.

[sly-fcking-cooper]

I managed to get my company to pay for a graphics tablet for 'work purposes', so I took it home and christened it with a reasonably fast sketch of my favourite asshole.

This is the smug face he pulls after he signs the Thievius Raccoonus after every successful heist in Sly 2.

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Carmelita didn't say a word at first, frozen to the spot, holding the box very clearly labeled 'PREGNANCY TEST' between her thumb and forefinger. Naturally, this looked suspicious, but she reminded herself of the circumstances - she only needed to explain to Sergio that this was a mistake on the pharmacist's part.

At first, she assumed Sergio had read into her nausea and was coming to 'assist', but it seemed that he already had other better things on his mind. And even if he was telling the truth, he was acting surprisingly unbothered by the fact she was stood squarely by the Family Planning section. As Sergio sauntered purposefully to the checkout, she followed, calling back;

"Sure. Looks like you've already got company this evening, then?"

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The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.

[sly-fcking-cooper]

*The Cooper gang are disguised as Biker punks at a bar*

Sly: Remember, Bentley, you gotta act tough!

Bentley: (slams bar) I'll take a milk.

[sly-fcking-cooper]

[sly-fcking-cooper]

Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of ‘good’ and 'evil’?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?

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The cookie heist!! Originally it was going to be a REAL ladder, but it didn’t seem to need to be that tall.. and this pose was more fun to draw and so TECHNICALLY you could say.. Bentley wasn’t even needed for this mission but sshhhhhh.. teamwork!!!

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looking at pictures of characters on my phone at night feels like this sometimes

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She read along the top-row display - the four options for pregnancy tests wildly ranged in cost. One was no more than a flimsy piece of paper that had a 90% success rate of telling if you were six weeks along. Not great odds. The most expensive version promised to inform you, via a digital screen with 99% accuracy, if you'd conceived within the last week. She rolled her eyes and picked up one of the middle tests. She wanted something accurate, but it was hardly like she was an aspiring mother, testing each month to see if she'd managed to conceive. The middle would do.

Carmelita hated seeing the 'family planning' sign pointing out the aisle. It was horrendously exposing. This was just a dumb thing she had to do to tick a box for the pharmacist. She wasn't like the other people here, buying who-knows-what for their evening plans. Good for them, but she was here only out of a technicality. Footsteps were coming her way, so she clenched the test and turned her head quickly to scurry to checkout.

Oh no.

An all-too-familiar tabby figure was approaching her, his eyes still on the items down the aisle, but most definitely blocking the way between her and the checkout.

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The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.

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"Thanks, Sergio," Carmelita said softly. "Won't be a minute."

She swung open the car door and trundled into the pharmacy, trying not to aggravate her head or stomach. It was, thankfully, rather empty, only a few bored-looking employees wandering around or leaning on their hands at the prescription counter.

She wasn't sure what would help - she mainly agreed to the pharmacy to give Sergio a reason to worry less. Carmelita browsed the indigestion section, wondering if Imodium would relieve it, or maybe some panadol for her head - but truthfully, this wasn't like a bellyache, nor a throbbing headache. Exhausted and keen to leave, she decided to speak to the pharmacist on shift, the idle gazelle fiddling with her nails by the counter.

"Can I help?" the pharmacist asked, without much enthusiasm.

"Hi. I've been experiencing some nausea, vomiting, fatigue..." Carmelita started.

"How long have you felt like that?"

"A few days, at least. It's been the worst today."

"Are you eating normally?"

"Pretty much," said Carmelita.

"And this isn't a typical PMS symptom for you?" she continued, scrolling idly on the computer at the counter and typing something in.

"No - completely new to me," the fox replied, a bit irritated by the gazelle's uninterested tone.

"Hmmm. When was your last period?" the gazelle asked, finally looking at Carmelita and tilting her head.

Carmelita pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, looking away. This all felt a bit intrusive, but she understood why the gazelle had to ask. And surely, surely, there wasn't a chance of it.

"I think around two months ago..." her voice faded to a whisper.

"Okay well, if there's any chance of it, I'd suggest a pregnancy test before I can prescribe anything."

Carmelita blinked back at her, deeply shaken by the notion. "Really?"

"Just to rule anything out," the gazelle continued, reading from her screen. "If I prescribe something, it could interfere with a potential pregnancy and worsen the symptoms."

Before the pharmacist could ask any more probing questions, Carmelita turned her back and looked up into the bright store lighting. Her eyes watered slightly, and she sniffed, patting underneath her eyes to save her makeup. There was no way she was pregnant; she was a single woman focused on her career, no relationship, nothing. This was just a step to get her some medication as quickly as possible. The nausea was probably a stomach virus, or she was overtired and travel sick. She'd take the test, and be able to come back and get some normal pills.

She swished back around, keen to escape the pharmacy as quickly as possible. "Okay, okay. I'll take one back with me."

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The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.

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Carmelita nodded appreciatively at this thoughtful gesture from Sergio. “Yeah. If that’s okay? I need to figure this out…”

She sighed. “If I’m coming down with something, I don’t really trust my partner to complete the case by herself. She’s a little…mm…flighty.”

Carmelita rolled her eyes, thinking of Rae gallivanting around Philly on her date. Either way, she was beginning to feel quite glad she’d ran into Sergio, it made her feel more grounded than she had in weeks. “Sorry, you don’t need the ins and outs of why I’m here. Let’s go.”

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@redemptioninchaos

The unfamiliarity of Philadelphia wasn't helped by the fact it was raining, hard. The case had stalled slightly today on a technicality; apparently the 'proof' they had on the case wasn't as concrete as they first believed back at HQ. Moreover, Carmelita's partner Rae had flounced out on a date the moment they'd wrapped up for the day.

Who manages to get a date within twelve hours of being in a new city?

They'd only been deployed yesterday afternoon, sent on the first evening flight out of Paris. Rae had announced her intentions as soon as Carmelita dismissed her, and well before she'd had a chance to ask if Rae wanted to join her for dinner. It now appeared that Carmelita's night would consist of room service and the routine feeling out of place in a new city. Ironically, it was a familiar feeling of unfamiliarity, and what really rubbed salt in the wound was that she didn't have anyone to call anymore when these thoughts bubbled to the surface.

She knew her hotel address, but the rain made it difficult to make out a route on foot. Sighing, she leaned against a storefront, shielding herself from the downpour, to order an Uber. She tapped in her hotel details and watched the cursor slide back and forth, supposedly searching for her ride.