WHO: Riddler, Rose
WHERE: Some busy street somewhere somehow IT DOESN'T COMPLETELY MATTER
WHEN: FORWARDDATED to 6/28, in the evening
WARNINGS: Rose has a potty mouth and at least one sharp pointy stick that isn't melted at the end still
FORMAT: No
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because smug is exactly what i need when i'm two more missed showers away from Insane Hobo status )
She was definitely intrigued, he reasoned. Good.
Upon hitting the designated street, Edward hailed a cab. The bright lights of the square shone down on the couple, as well as every other being mulling to and fro. Busy time, even at this hour.
"Where have you been, anyway?" The detective inquired as a yellow car slowed before him. Rose was quite the mess, covered in dirt and dried saline deposits. Sweat. Curious. "Haven't seen you over the network recently. For--what?--perhaps a month now? Or nearly so."
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That last observation got her interest, glancing over her shoulder at him before climbing into the cab. Well, if he was from back home, then, duh, he'd have one of those glorified Blackberries, too. Good guys and bad guys all seemed to get one.
"Twenty-seven days," she replied with a grunt, sliding to the other end of the seat. "And that shouldn't be a big surprise--I hardly used the thing."
The thing she'd 'accidentally' thrown across the room and left to collect dust.
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Edward opened the back door for Rose, tilting his head slightly.
After giving directions to the cab driver, he turned his full attention back to Rose. And smiled. "And just where were you?" The question was on repeat. That in itself was telling.
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She added, smirking vaguely as she tilted her head away from him. "Nowhere you'd be excited to be, anyway."
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Perhaps.
"Next stop over." Edward directed the cab driver, and soon they pulled to a stop.
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