WHO: Leith and Robin WHEN: Monday 20/2 Afternoon WHERE: Kent WHAT: BB Robin's first hunt! WARNINGS: N/A STATUS: Closed, ongoing.
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An exorcism.
His first hunt in months, and it was an exorcism.
Leith chanced a sidelong look into the passenger seat at his partner. So young. So bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. It made him feel his fading fight injuries all the more. His driving foot throbbed at the ankle and his sunglasses sat awkwardly around the tender flesh of his black eye. Still worth it, he thought.
He hadn't spoken much to Robin besides the cursory hellos and how are yous mixed with get your things and we'll get on with its. He tried to remember his own first hunt, but it was a dim memory. Most of his time with Jamie was eclipsed by the attack that had taken him out of rotation.
He glanced at Robin again. What would happen if the kid managed to fuck up an exorcism so badly that he got himself maimed? Allison Nicholl would likely kill Leith, claiming he was bad luck. A bad dog. (Or Hairball, as he'd been named recently.)
"Listen," he said, speaking for the first time in near an hour. He twisted the volume dial of their Summit-supplied vehicle until the music Robin was playing faded into silence. "This probably won't be that interesting. Most things aren't. How are you at exorcisms? You need to be honest with me. I can't exactly bite a ghost in the ass."