Re: log: jack/louis
Louis' performance in school had never been anything less than up to scratch. He might not be the top of the class every year, but he always turned in fine grades. His parents would have accepted nothing less, even if they were disinterested, even disapproving, of his chosen career and his choice of study. He was a second and secondary son, however, and with Neil set to inherit the responsibilities of the family business, there had always been less pressure on him to stay involved. Even so, police work was not exactly the future they had envisioned for him. Once he chose it, the pressure was on to move up the ladder to some position of respectable leadership - and quickly.
The necklace in question glinted silver-blue inside the case, the drops clear when one turned their head one way, flashing deep blue the other. "Moonstones and silver. A good choice. It's arts and crafts, turn of the last century. Handmade by someone who thought making things by hand would always be a step above making things by machine, with all the little imperfections that come with the process." He arched a brow. "Don't tell me you've already found someone to buy it for?"