90s sadness and gay???

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[By this point, Leon has lost track of how long he's been searching for Count D. It became an obsession that only grew with time, and now he couldn't keep to one spot anymore. Not while D was still out there. Across cities, across countries, he probably looked insane to everyone around him. But they didn't know the half of it! Sometimes even Leon wasn't sure he understood what he was doing.

Right now wasn't the time to doubt himself, though. He'd hoped that this lead would get him even an inch closer to his goal, but he hadn't counted on spotting him in the streets. It had to be him. He'd seen him turn and look at him, and those eyes—]

Wait! Stop right there!

[He doesn't hold back, shoving his way through the crowded streets and keeping his eyes locked on him. It doesn't work, because of course it doesn't, and his steps slow in his confusion. His heart is beating way too fast, his stomach sinks, and for a moment he's sure he's lost his one chance.

But something catches the corner of his eye, and his instinct tells him to turn. He reaches out, grabbing the first wrist he can and meeting D's eyes with his own.]

...Found you.

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I just got here, cut me some slack. I think I'm allowed a couple of days of getting lost.

[Geez, D. He's not actually too bothered. A long walk was fine to him, but was D in some hurry? He said his errands weren't actually important, so he could hush. Leon heads into the shop and hesitates for a moment before letting his hand slip away. He can't justify just holding it even longer in here... D has to put the basket away, right?]

So how long do I have to wait before my first explanation? [He doesn't know what else to talk about, shhh]

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[Where's that detective's intuition!! D waves Leon away to go sit down while he puts the basket away. He's going to throw away that cookie, too.]

What would you like me to explain first?

[It's going to be bullshit, so.]

why are you allowing me to ask questions about petshop's bullshit

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[Hmm... After staring at the weird lamp for a long moment, he moves to sit down on the couch.]

The animals. Why did Chris see them differently than I did? I saw them... once. [He squints over at him.] Right? I wasn't imagining that?

to torture myself and write dumb tags as a result

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[There is probably a perfectly sound reason for this, probably including something about Leon ~learning to believe~ and Chris being an innocent baby.





D explains that thing here. It probably makes only moderate sense and has too many metaphors in it. He tries.]

GOD

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[Leon looks so confused you can probably see the question marks floating above his head.]

Wait, so... Hang on, that sounds like complete bullshit! He didn't forget, so why would it... [He's holds his head.] That doesn't make any sense!

listen you started this

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I didn't guarantee it would make any sense.

[Shrugs... he can't do better than this.] Most people choose not to think too deeply about what they see in the shop.

I MEAN....... YES, BUT

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I don't know if it's really choosing. [He was definitely looking around for all things suspicious. You'd think he'd notice a bunch of people in a pet shop. Nevermind that he HAS...]

What about the weird extra doors? Is it the same kind of thing?

don't complain

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[Listen, some people don't like to admit they're furries. It's a very specific choice.]

Well... you've seen the shop in its less ordinary form. [the goddamn boat] It is connected, shall we say, to what you might call... the heavens?

[A beat, then quickly,] Not in an angels lounging in the clouds sense, that is. It is difficult to explain.

[i'm doing the best i can with zero canon information]

leon draws out this suffering

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[Huhhhhh... So that just was the shop itself? It flies? Now he's glancing around the room and trying to understand that when the word "heavens" distracts him again. That's right, didn't they...jump off a building and fly? Does that have to do with it? Did he almost die... Did this happen and he didn't even connect the dots??]

So you shoved me off a flying version of your shop. Was that some sort of dream, too?

why is this happening

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[................]

Do you remember the night at the museum? When you came to, were you not simply in an ancient history exhibit?

[That you fucked up, ya loser. But point stands.]

Do you think those events were nothing but a strange dream?

it would just happen more in cereal stop him

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That's what you told me.

[You lying son of a bitch... but okay, they're past that, he's here now. Hm.] But it felt like it was more.

screams no

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Yes, well... [That was different, he wasn't as gay back then.]

You may consider the two events similar in that regard.

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You're some kinda ancient... something, so I guess it makes sense if you can pull that kind of crap, but you can just drag me with you?

[Like, he knows he kind of crashed into the museum one himself, but ????]

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["Some kinda ancient something" is better than all the ??? currently being worked with, but it's still rude. D gives him a look - he is probably 23, thank you very much.]

I suppose I can. You could have died from blood loss or burning to death if it weren't for my "ancient something" abilities.

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...Don't remind me.

[He doesn't want to remember anything about all that. He couldn't even stand, he'd killed D's father and honestly he was ready to die himself. Thinking back on how D saved him before he just disappeared... Even if they'd "sorted things out" right now, it still made his chest hurt.]

I wasn't trying to diss you.

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[Maybe he should be more careful with his words!! D is ready to snap something like this, but... given the subject matter, and taking into consideration all they've talked about today, maybe he'll try to keep the snapping to a minimum for a little while.

Like, a few hours, maybe. He'd been scowling, but he loses some of that tension with a sigh.]

Was that all of your questions?

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Not by a long shot.

[He frowns a little himself, crossing one of his legs over his knee and bouncing it a little. He has an endless amount of questions, but he's actually thinking along similar lines. Today has been heavy enough already.]

But I won't sit here and quiz you all night. Just give me some explanations the next time weird shit starts going down. [He'll ask then.]

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[That isn't much better... He'd like to go without the difficult questions entirely, maybe because he's kind of lazy.]

That's... fair.

[He doesn't wanna!! But fine.]

I cannot promise you perfect explanations, however. You will have to understand that before you frustrate both of us.

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...As long as you try instead of leaving me hanging.

[He'll still be the usual, grumpy (ex-)detective, but he'll at least try to remind himself that not everything makes sense with D. He also knows now to just believe some of these weird things instead of questioning them, so there's that. It'll work out, probably.]

I guess it'll kinda be like we're partners. [You know... like cops, except... everything's illegal, he's sure of it.]

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[It- won't be anything like being buddy cop partners, they should both face that now while they still have the chance. D is already aware of this - and raises an eyebrow slightly at the suggestion - but when will Leon catch up...]

I will do what I can.

[Hmm. Partners, though—] Do you trust me?

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[He's very aware. Honestly, the comment was mostly just something to throw out there that they were... together, now. He didn't want to be gay about it, and partners was the best way he could express a closeness where they could depend on each other.

But that question comes up, now, and he has to pause.

He wants to say no, almost. It's habit, he thinks, and a lot of denial. He wants to say that D is suspicious way too often, and that putting his trust in him blindly would lead to bad ends, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes he's trusted him for some time now.]

Yeah. [Play it off like it's casual...] Aside from all the running around, anyway. Don't you trust me?

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[He's expecting a 'no,' frankly. Whether it's the truth or not, and despite, again, everything that's happened today, he expects Leon to say no. To put that barrier between them and stay here but leave D lonely, still. He'd said he wanted to be the person D can put his trust in— that doesn't necessarily imply that trust goes both ways.

To D's credit, he realizes these expectations are somewhat irrational. Illogical, minimum. Leon wants to stay here... D's made him choose that more than once already, so shouldn't it naturally follow that he trusts him?

He can picture perfectly his father's face, telling him not to trust in humans, but Leon doesn't say no. He blinks, thoughts of his father vanish, and he purses his lips in thought.]

I do believe that was part of what we discussed earlier. [ugh, just say it...] I do.

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[Hearing those two words makes him happy. It's a strange feeling in his chest, tense and light at the same time, and the way he's shaking his crossed leg eases up a bit. So he trusts him? Is that a new thing? It has to be.]

Good.

[Now this is just awkward, even when he's tried to make it professional to hide the whole hand holding thing... Is it really? His eyes move back towards D and he finds himself staring. The look on his face is nice, somehow, and his hair always manages to look so soft— he's sitting a lot closer than he normally would be, too. Or is that his imagination?]

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[...Good. Well. That's an... assessment. That's something, he supposes. He thinks about that more than a single word merits thinking about, but how can he help himself - he's crossed so many lines here already, and somehow each time, Leon manages to reassure him that it's alright. Even if he isn't doing it on purpose... just saying it's good that D trusts him is reassuring, isn't it? Anyone would think that.

Leon is staring at him again. Stop that, silent staring is already his thing.]

Was there something else...?

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[—oh! He'd been so deep in thought that he'd just started looking at his eyes, or the pattern of his dress... shit. Why was he staring?? What kind of mindless...]

Nope! [He says it pretty suddenly, glancing away with a cough as he scratches the side of his cheek. Hmmm, that sure is some interesting wallpaper over there.]

I was just... thinking about that boat. [He does that often enough, this works...]