Dock to the Moon by elementerra
Sleuth just hoped Price wouldn’t forget the room number. That would be a bit of a mess to take care of. He was quite happy to hear that it wouldn’t be a formal date, since that would require pulling out one of his suits, and fancy ties, and really, that would be another mess too.
“This Friday, seven o’clock…” He glanced at his planner and nodded. He was completely free that day for once. “Yeah, that’ll do just fine.”
Ah. Price brightens up at that even more. He knows Sleuth can be very busy, so it’s actually a really nice thing to hear. “A-Alright! Um. O-One more thing…” He murmurs that into the phone, his cheeks reddening. “d-do you um, think you’ll be getting home early? I-I just thought maybe we could talk about some things!” One of the things on his mind to discuss with Sleuth was mostly about getting a pet…or two. He really loves cats, after all!
(Source: imaginationinspector)
Sleuth listened to him speak, smiling slightly in amusement as he lowered his feet from his desk and moved to get a piece of candy corn from the dish. “Yeah, a’course you can. It’s 507. Don’t bring too many useless things, okay? It’s messy enough as it is.”
A French restaurant. He nodded to himself, sort of in approval at the idea. He hasn’t had anything remotely French in quite a while, so it’d be an experience, definitely. “Sounds good to me. It won’t be too formal, will it?”
“507, a-alright!” He smiles, writing down the number into his arm. Price hums happily, sighing in relief. “Oh, i-it doesn’t have to be formal at all. A-Actually i-it can just be casual! S-So…how about this friday, seven o’clock?”
(Source: imaginationinspector)
Oh, damn, he hadn’t expected to be so close to where he wanted to be. He feels a little silly about getting lost, especially if he ended up nearly there; with a little more wandering, he might have actually been able to find his way there. He gives the man a small, thankful smile, though.
“No, I think that’ll do just fine. Thanks for putting up with me, mister…You know, I don’t think I caught your name, sir.”
“P-Price! Price Irving, sir.” He smiles a little at him, then reaches into his coat pocket to hand him his business card. He’s already met a few people around here, and completely forgot to at least try and promote his business a little.
“I-I work as a detective, s-so if you need help w-with anything, don’t be afraid to c-call!
“Roommates, huh?” Sleuth didn’t see a problem with that. In fact, it’d make things a hell of a lot easier. Price wouldn’t go out without wearing all his clothes anymore, for one. He was about to answer, then paused to listen to Price’s second question. And it wasn’t what he was expecting at all.
Okay, sure, so he and Price were pretty close — but they were partners, and friends before that. He’d never really considered dating him before, though. Sleuth sat back and hummed thoughtfully. Well, they could at least try it. And if it didn’t work, then it didn’t work.
“Alright,” he finally said. “Being roommates sounds pretty handy. And a date sounds good too. We’ll see how that goes first, okay?” Sleuth chuckled. “Where’ll we go, then?”
He said yes. Oh god, he said yes. He can’t really prove it, but he felt his heart stop for a minute. Price lifts up the sleeve of his coat, noticing the very obvious goose bumps on his skin now. He swallows and shudders a little into the phone (he’s embarrassed even more if Sleuth heard that) and sighs happily.
“O-Okay, roommates! I-I’ll have my things r-ready tomorrow. C-Can I know your room number? I-I don’t want to end up walking all over the complex. I-It’s a very big complex, but it’s nice! I think they allow pets…” Oh, now he was drifting away from the point. He shakes his head and fixes his usually messy blonde hair, then smiles widely.
“W-Well. I was thinking we should try going to a really n-nice French restaurant that’s only a block or two away! I-I’ve heard from one of my clients th-they make a very nice crème brûlée there!”
(Source: imaginationinspector)
