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[mrbigandbad]

Who: Bigby Wolf [OPEN]
Where: NGPD HQ, Terra
When: Afternoon
Summary: Bigby is working and obviously needs to be pestered.
Rating: PG-13
Other: Anyone feel free to tag in! Don't worry about timeline-- things can always be shuffled.

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[sangre_devil]

Dante stood outside the police headquarters, sighing at the very sight of it. It had been awhile, ironically, since he had last been here as a citizen looking to see someone. Usually, he was stopping by with some new criminal to drop off for Gilver's little jobs he had him running nightly. But otherwise, it was a place he avoided, considering he really didn't want to end up behind bars anytime soon

[mrbigandbad]

Dante? Bigby screwed the top back on the flask, knitting his brows. Slowly, his lips twitched into a faint, knowing smirk. Yeah, that was him. He knew that scent. All too well, really, and it still dug at Bigby that he'd been unable to clear Dante's name. The wolf had believed Dante's story for the fact that Dante's scent hadn't been near or on the body. It was as simple as that. But as hard as he'd searched, he hadn't been able to find any other evidence to support it. Until mutants were publicly accepted and scent-based evidence was admissible, what he'd found didn't cut it.

That was ultimately why he'd helped Dante adjust to Terra, pointing out possible job options and going with him to a bar or two. The kid wasn't half-bad to be around, either, but he suspected sometimes it was more out of his own sense of duty than anything else.

Duty or friendship, he still went to open the door, clucking his tongue as though surprised to see the man here. "Dante. It's probably too much to hope you brought me lunch, isn't it?"

[sangre_devil]

Dante laughs slightly at that, scratching the back of his head, "Just a tad, Bigby. Though if you're that hungry, we can take our discussions elsewhere. I'll even treat." He had a big payout on a job recently anyways, so he didn't mind. Besides, throwing a bunch of money into a savings account was going to be looked at strangely, and he'd rather not be exposed

[mrbigandbad]

"Yeah?" Now there was an idea. He closed the door and glanced at the clock. He usually didn't take his lunch break for an hour (if he took it at all), but a free meal was worth rearranging his schedule a little. "I think I'll take you up on that. Just let me organize some of this and you can treat me to some steak."

He went around the desk, predictably snapping his fingers with a barked "Off" as Dante's feet made themselves comfortable. The chair squeaked as he sat, some god-awful thing that the station had probably bought at a yard sale. From twenty years ago.

"I had some saved time," Bigby explained, shuffling papers back into manilla folders. "I know some good spots up in the north forest, so I took a week off to camp out. And can you blame them for thinking that? You're looking a little rough around the edges." He didn't bother hiding a bastard grin, brown eyes flicking to his. Considering Bigby's usual state of upkeep, Dante was practically primped and polished.