Re: quicklog: Cerise S/Cris M
[She rustles her hair, it looks like its forgotten what a brush is.] 1PP is going to be pissed, ya know? We ain't got enough for a warrant'a arrest. Maybe I can get him to make some threats? His DNA ain't at any crime scene... So lemme push his buttons and see what comes out.
[Then suddenly, from the curb, the backseat window rolls down, and a little voice screams. It isnt a scream of fear, but frustration. The first would be bloodcurdling, but the send if kind of endearing.] Maaaaaaaaaam. [Blonde dandelion fuzz peeking from the dark recess of the car. The girl looks uncomfortably bundled up. Its only October and there is a massive pink scarf and hat combo that stiff won't contain wild tufts of pale hair.] I'm hungry!
I'll be righ'there! [Cee called out to the car. She gave another look to Cris.] Get the knives. [And as Cee started walking down the steps to the curb, she called out a promise to Zoe.] Uncle Cris will make you somethin' to eat.
Pancakes? [The child in the uncomfortable bundle of pink asked with excitement. Cee only shrugged, gave a mysteriously little smile that didn't want to say no(Most the single living cops she knew had fridges full of beer and partially eaten meatball subs, not pancakes), and she detached the child from the carseat for the walk back up to the house. ]