[He would, of course, know that voice anywhere. It doesn't matter whether he's standing in a courtroom, a precinct, or even at the base of a cliff in the middle of what looks to be, geographically, bumfuck nowhere — some things are constant and eternal, and Detective Dick Gumshoe apparently just happens to be one of them.
It irritates him, almost, that he actually finds himself grateful to see the older man making his way so cheerfully over to address him. Not that he'd ever in a million years deign to admit that it's nice to see a familiar face in such a disorienting situation. Not that he'd ever own up to the feeling of relief that whatever challenges this new frontier might bring, he's evidently not going to have to do them alone.
No, if anything he's glad to see Gumshoe because now he can put the onus on his detective to find him a way up the cliffs that doesn't involve...you know, heights.
(Besides, if Gumshoe is watching, he'll force his way up the cliff steps, fear of heights be damned. He's not about to look weak or terrified in front of Dick Gumshoe. No, period, no chance, no way.)
Regardless, he turns smartly to face the incoming riot that is the detective, still pointedly ignoring the big flaming bird on his shoulders and okay what the fuck that's a wolf the size of a horse WHAT THE FUCK.]
"This kind of thing", Detective?
[He's not intentionally glaring; that's just how his face is.]
You say that as though I had some sort of choice in the matter. What are you doing here?
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It irritates him, almost, that he actually finds himself grateful to see the older man making his way so cheerfully over to address him. Not that he'd ever in a million years deign to admit that it's nice to see a familiar face in such a disorienting situation. Not that he'd ever own up to the feeling of relief that whatever challenges this new frontier might bring, he's evidently not going to have to do them alone.
No, if anything he's glad to see Gumshoe because now he can put the onus on his detective to find him a way up the cliffs that doesn't involve...you know, heights.
(Besides, if Gumshoe is watching, he'll force his way up the cliff steps, fear of heights be damned. He's not about to look weak or terrified in front of Dick Gumshoe. No, period, no chance, no way.)
Regardless, he turns smartly to face the incoming riot that is the detective, still pointedly ignoring the big flaming bird on his shoulders and okay what the fuck that's a wolf the size of a horse WHAT THE FUCK.]
"This kind of thing", Detective?
[He's not intentionally glaring; that's just how his face is.]
You say that as though I had some sort of choice in the matter. What are you doing here?