Words Never Meant So Much [7/??]
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October 17 2010, 11:15:10 UTC
Andrew was a good deal lighter than his younger siblings skin wise; where the twins had a healthy tan, he was almost sickly pale and was sporting short, rusty auburn hair that was kept in a rather unruly manner. Despite the pallid skin, he was toned in sleek, lean muscle that was evident through the tight tank top. He would have been attractive in the ‘bad boy’ act if it weren’t for the number of dark bruises lining down his shoulders to his elbows. His elbows and down were covered in various wristbands; in between the accessories, more bruises were obvious. A bandana-black with neon green clovers and skulls, to which Arthur heard Alfred mutter ‘Boondock Saints’ and jabbed him sharply in the side- was wrapped around his neck. He didn’t look at all phased by the precinct setting; though he did look bothered by the cops, and put a calm hand on the back of his sister’s head in an acknowledging, albeit protective, gesture. He glanced over the semi-circular line up of cops and eventually settled his eyes on the two blondes. He looked over Alfred for a few seconds, in an assessing manner, before carefully prying his brother’s hand from his jeans. Ryan made a small whine of displeasure and Andy knelt, exchanging a few short, quiet words with them. Christie lit up, despite her brothers’ distrust and she was soon tugging her twin towards Alfred.
Andy stood, straightening his posture into a rather slack, nonchalant pose, his hands resting loosely in his pockets, “A’right, who’s next then? Another shrink?”
Elliot gave Arthur a quick side glance; the Brit returned it with a silent promise to get what information he could and received a slow nod. He turned a civilly cheerful smile on the teen, “Not quite, lad. The detectives were thinking you could do with a fresh breather; the Freud squad is hardly ever pleasant to deal with and I need a bit of a breather m’self.”
Andy gave a suspicious look but nodded slowly; he shot a deathly warning glare at Alfred and Arthur actually laughed, clapping the confused American on the shoulder as he passed, “I wouldn’t worry about this one. Jones can be a bit of a prat, but he’s harmless. …Though if he does his ‘hero’ impression again, I’m going to lock him out of his own bloody apartment.” Arthur warned, catching the gleam that said the speech was coming. Alfred took heed to the warning and merely grinned, easily picking the twins up and sitting them on his shoulders; they seemed absolutely delighted, though Ryan gave a small squeak of terror before calming down and joining his sister in delighted giggles as they were carried around the office.
Arthur turned the friendly look back on Andy and made an idle, polite gesture for him to lead. While the teen still seemed suspicious, he obliged and the two fell into a surprisingly easy pace. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Alfred turned back around to Elliot’s desk, “So, I’d like to take a moment to say, if Arthur starts dressing like that again I might cry.”
“Oh? Mr. Kirkland used to be a scene kid?” Elliot was throwing his jacket on as Olivia retrieved a stack of papers from the printer.
“Punk scene; I swear if he breaks out the Sex Pistols or The Damned….”
“Ah, 1976. The first real coverage of Sex Pistols.” Munch almost sounded reminiscent, “Well, if dear England does don the British grunge years-.”
“Cute, Munch, but we’re not turning the office into a concert hall.” Elliot tossed a clipped pack of papers towards the man to cut him off as he and Olivia passed, “You and Fin have friends; Olivia and I are going for primary investigation.”
“Alfred, if you’d find Doctor Huang and talk to him with the kids until your partner gets back, that’d be great.” Olivia gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder as she passed. It was an apology more than anything, as Alfred had started pouting as he realized he was being left out of the street work. All the same he nodded, and smiled up at the twins still situated on his shoulders. Ryan looked a bit nervous about going back to the doctor and Christie looked confused.
“Come on, I bet Huang has some cookies hiding somewhere. Shrinks always do.” The two perked up a bit and Alfred started singing in his head; he’d yell at Arthur later for getting “Life’s a Jigsaw” stuck in his head.
Andy stood, straightening his posture into a rather slack, nonchalant pose, his hands resting loosely in his pockets, “A’right, who’s next then? Another shrink?”
Elliot gave Arthur a quick side glance; the Brit returned it with a silent promise to get what information he could and received a slow nod. He turned a civilly cheerful smile on the teen, “Not quite, lad. The detectives were thinking you could do with a fresh breather; the Freud squad is hardly ever pleasant to deal with and I need a bit of a breather m’self.”
Andy gave a suspicious look but nodded slowly; he shot a deathly warning glare at Alfred and Arthur actually laughed, clapping the confused American on the shoulder as he passed, “I wouldn’t worry about this one. Jones can be a bit of a prat, but he’s harmless. …Though if he does his ‘hero’ impression again, I’m going to lock him out of his own bloody apartment.” Arthur warned, catching the gleam that said the speech was coming. Alfred took heed to the warning and merely grinned, easily picking the twins up and sitting them on his shoulders; they seemed absolutely delighted, though Ryan gave a small squeak of terror before calming down and joining his sister in delighted giggles as they were carried around the office.
Arthur turned the friendly look back on Andy and made an idle, polite gesture for him to lead. While the teen still seemed suspicious, he obliged and the two fell into a surprisingly easy pace. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Alfred turned back around to Elliot’s desk, “So, I’d like to take a moment to say, if Arthur starts dressing like that again I might cry.”
“Oh? Mr. Kirkland used to be a scene kid?” Elliot was throwing his jacket on as Olivia retrieved a stack of papers from the printer.
“Punk scene; I swear if he breaks out the Sex Pistols or The Damned….”
“Ah, 1976. The first real coverage of Sex Pistols.” Munch almost sounded reminiscent, “Well, if dear England does don the British grunge years-.”
“Cute, Munch, but we’re not turning the office into a concert hall.” Elliot tossed a clipped pack of papers towards the man to cut him off as he and Olivia passed, “You and Fin have friends; Olivia and I are going for primary investigation.”
“Alfred, if you’d find Doctor Huang and talk to him with the kids until your partner gets back, that’d be great.” Olivia gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder as she passed. It was an apology more than anything, as Alfred had started pouting as he realized he was being left out of the street work. All the same he nodded, and smiled up at the twins still situated on his shoulders. Ryan looked a bit nervous about going back to the doctor and Christie looked confused.
“Come on, I bet Huang has some cookies hiding somewhere. Shrinks always do.” The two perked up a bit and Alfred started singing in his head; he’d yell at Arthur later for getting “Life’s a Jigsaw” stuck in his head.
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