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[mancalledspade]

Spade is not much of a man to be sentimental. Which is why it would be hard to guess what he's currently thinking of. He's on the porch, leaning on the rail. The smoke from his cigarette twines up around his head, as idle as the detective creating it. His eyes are focused on a distant point, but whatever is on his mind is not what he's looking

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[russet_goddess]

"'Ent killed anybody in a while, have they?" Zara leans next to him, her red curls spilling a little over her shoulder.

[mancalledspade]

"No. Can't say I'm sorry, really, even if they come back." He glances over at her. "Not much chase in a murder investigation if you can just ask the victim after."

[russet_goddess]

"Rather somebody stole somethin'?"

[mancalledspade]

"What's there to steal but food?" He shakes his head. "Besides. I'm no good as a detective here anyway. Never find much of anything."

[russet_goddess]

Zara makes a 'tcha' noise that suggests she agrees. "So, what?"

[mancalledspade]

"So. I tried reading, and jogging, and crosswords. But." He shrugs. "Back where I started."

[russet_goddess]

"Heard you been getting out, though."

[mancalledspade]

"Now and then, yeah."

[russet_goddess]

"So?"

[mancalledspade]

He shrugs. "So. Seeing a bit of the world. Can't stay. Can't choose where I go. But getting out for a bit's better than not."

[russet_goddess]

"S'pose it would be." She looks out.

[mancalledspade]

"Sorry I can't take you, sweetheart. But I ain't the one controls the coming and going."

[russet_goddess]

"I know that," gruffly, shooting him a dirty look.

[mancalledspade]

"Well. Long as you know it." He half smiles at her, sideways.

[russet_goddess]

Zara sighs, and leans on her arms. "Don't want t'go back out there anyhow."

[mancalledspade]

"No?" He glances over at her more fully. "You settled here?"