“Fancy meeting you again, Gendarme,” a soft voice settles next to him.
Kim turns to see the man from the balcony from Martinaise, cigarette in hand as usual, shirt still unbuttoned. Kim’s expression doesn’t betray his surprise at this interruption. This was the last person he expected to meet tonight.
A year ago today I posted my first Disco Elysium fic, Call Me By His Name. So I commissioned the talented @snaxk to draw a scene from it to mark the occasion!
If you like pining Kim haunted by the (metaphorical) ghost of Harry, you should check it out! And if you like case fics and slow burns, you should read the follow-up!
thinking about how Kim laughs at you for unknowingly flirting with the smoker on the balcony by saying he smells really good but then later in the game you can smell Kim "for communism". I wonder if he thought we were flirting with him for a moment .