[Thread] A-Sleuthing We Will Go, A-Sleuthing We Will Go...
...Hi ho the dairy-o, a-sleuthing we will go! XD
Who: Dexter Morgan, Ashitaka
Where: Miami, Dexter’s apartment in Coconut Grove
When: Just after they arrived in Miami and talked with Deborah Morgan
Summary: He offers Ashi to help him find a case to make up for the days of absence away from his workplace. It's either that or let him wander off on his own in one dangerous city, in which is not his style. Dexter knows he has to do some activity with Ashi to prevent the latter from happening, as well as keep up the friendly host gig.
Warning(s): None really.
Dexter felt he could manage through most situations. Within the Nice Guy charade, he wasn’t exactly thrilled in doing this. But he was too good to let that show. For the time being tonight, he would just have to buck up and try his best to breeze through what was to come with Ashitaka as his guest.
Most people he could easily dismiss as typically skittish, ridiculous, and awkward mammalians. Ashitaka was a little on the naive side perhaps, and it was half of Dexter’s own fault for inviting him to tag along. He could have just made up some convincing but lame excuse on coming home by himself, but his powerful brain just couldn’t think up one at that time. On the other hand, what had happened turned out to be a very good thing. If Ashitaka wasn’t around, then Dexter would have been ridiculed and abused by Deborah. Unlike most sisters, she was not exactly huggable, teary-eyed, or angelic. In fact, this was something Dexter had preferred. He wouldn’t have Deb any other way. To be somewhat smothered over and receive kisses and hugs by one woman-Rita-was plenty enough for him.
Again, he’d rather watch out for this young countryman than let him face Miami all alone. It was highly accurate of Dexter to estimate of how Ashitaka was a level above the casual tourists or other people who were visitors to his home city. For one, he was from a separate time line. Most in the twenty-first century would have at least a little knowledge about answering machines, or even telephones and cell phones. Another factor to say that he was willing to do this was that he was just very kind and well mannered, and just proved himself worthy of not being like anyone else Dexter has ever met.
Whatever attracts tourism to Miami, Dexter would never fully understand. Not that he’d show any disrespect to the people who did business in this way, but this city was very humid and had its share of casual chaos, through people and foul weather. Sure, there was Miami Beach, but it was just a beach. What made Miami’s beach better than any other? The museums around weren’t that special either.
It possibly couldn’t be a pleasant road tripping experience, for the cheerfully homicidal drivers passing by would never pass up opportunities to blare their horns, thrust up their middle fingers, and scream at each other. Dexter of course wouldn’t dream of that changing, but he knew that normal humans wouldn’t like putting up with that.
Also, if people just traveled all the way to the city just to try the Cuban and Mexican cultured restaurants and café spots, they were obviously not very bright. There were no doubt other places in the United States, which had just as great places to wine and dine at. Although this fierce and modern jungles of steel, suburbia, and marina was where he has lived in for all his life, there was a somewhat certainty he thought on this.
Several minutes ago, Dexter had shut out anything that had to do with Ashitaka by himself in Miami from his mind as they got back to his apartment. “You see, newspapers are a form of information that keeps everyone around here up to date on things going on, like sports games, crime rates, business, and sometimes people find slips of paper known as coupons. Those are aids for purchasing food or items.”
He didn’t mind having to explain this kind of stuff. It couldn’t be helped that Ashitaka didn’t know, but he sort of liked this idea of being an important guide to his century. It did wonders for Dexter’s self-esteem.
Dutifully Dashing Dexter went ahead into the kitchen, and pulled out some not as new issues of various newspapers he would receive from the mail person. He placed the pile close to his newest issue of the Herald on the small round dining table up against one of the counters. “At the top of the pages on most of these have category labels. It would be very time saving and helpful if we could work together to find a few things having to do with crime, so Deb and I can catch the evil-doers.”
Who: Dexter Morgan, Ashitaka
Where: Miami, Dexter’s apartment in Coconut Grove
When: Just after they arrived in Miami and talked with Deborah Morgan
Summary: He offers Ashi to help him find a case to make up for the days of absence away from his workplace. It's either that or let him wander off on his own in one dangerous city, in which is not his style. Dexter knows he has to do some activity with Ashi to prevent the latter from happening, as well as keep up the friendly host gig.
Warning(s): None really.
Dexter felt he could manage through most situations. Within the Nice Guy charade, he wasn’t exactly thrilled in doing this. But he was too good to let that show. For the time being tonight, he would just have to buck up and try his best to breeze through what was to come with Ashitaka as his guest.
Most people he could easily dismiss as typically skittish, ridiculous, and awkward mammalians. Ashitaka was a little on the naive side perhaps, and it was half of Dexter’s own fault for inviting him to tag along. He could have just made up some convincing but lame excuse on coming home by himself, but his powerful brain just couldn’t think up one at that time. On the other hand, what had happened turned out to be a very good thing. If Ashitaka wasn’t around, then Dexter would have been ridiculed and abused by Deborah. Unlike most sisters, she was not exactly huggable, teary-eyed, or angelic. In fact, this was something Dexter had preferred. He wouldn’t have Deb any other way. To be somewhat smothered over and receive kisses and hugs by one woman-Rita-was plenty enough for him.
Again, he’d rather watch out for this young countryman than let him face Miami all alone. It was highly accurate of Dexter to estimate of how Ashitaka was a level above the casual tourists or other people who were visitors to his home city. For one, he was from a separate time line. Most in the twenty-first century would have at least a little knowledge about answering machines, or even telephones and cell phones. Another factor to say that he was willing to do this was that he was just very kind and well mannered, and just proved himself worthy of not being like anyone else Dexter has ever met.
Whatever attracts tourism to Miami, Dexter would never fully understand. Not that he’d show any disrespect to the people who did business in this way, but this city was very humid and had its share of casual chaos, through people and foul weather. Sure, there was Miami Beach, but it was just a beach. What made Miami’s beach better than any other? The museums around weren’t that special either.
It possibly couldn’t be a pleasant road tripping experience, for the cheerfully homicidal drivers passing by would never pass up opportunities to blare their horns, thrust up their middle fingers, and scream at each other. Dexter of course wouldn’t dream of that changing, but he knew that normal humans wouldn’t like putting up with that.
Also, if people just traveled all the way to the city just to try the Cuban and Mexican cultured restaurants and café spots, they were obviously not very bright. There were no doubt other places in the United States, which had just as great places to wine and dine at. Although this fierce and modern jungles of steel, suburbia, and marina was where he has lived in for all his life, there was a somewhat certainty he thought on this.
Several minutes ago, Dexter had shut out anything that had to do with Ashitaka by himself in Miami from his mind as they got back to his apartment. “You see, newspapers are a form of information that keeps everyone around here up to date on things going on, like sports games, crime rates, business, and sometimes people find slips of paper known as coupons. Those are aids for purchasing food or items.”
He didn’t mind having to explain this kind of stuff. It couldn’t be helped that Ashitaka didn’t know, but he sort of liked this idea of being an important guide to his century. It did wonders for Dexter’s self-esteem.
Dutifully Dashing Dexter went ahead into the kitchen, and pulled out some not as new issues of various newspapers he would receive from the mail person. He placed the pile close to his newest issue of the Herald on the small round dining table up against one of the counters. “At the top of the pages on most of these have category labels. It would be very time saving and helpful if we could work together to find a few things having to do with crime, so Deb and I can catch the evil-doers.”