mmmpineapple (mmmpineapple) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-14 13:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | shawn spencer, violet baudelaire |
Who: Violet and Shawn (and sunny)
What: witty banter and perfectly gelled hair
When: Ten minutes after yesterday's net post (fashionably late)
Where: Violet's workspace
Warnings: none
Shawn was trying to give Gus some space. He had kind of jumped the gun on the whole...crime-solving hunch thing. Maybe there wasn't a crime to be solved afterall. This wasn't California, it was like a teensy tiny town where everyone knew everything about everything. What place did a psychic detective have in a community like that? And even if he could apprehend a suspect (or lead someone more official to do it) where would they put them? what would even come of it?
He was trying not to let himself get too down upon the realization that he couldn't recreate the past. It didn't help that he also thought he'd pissed off that scary Will Graham guy enough to make an enemy out of him. Maybe the only way for Gus, his lifelong best friend, to feel safe and back to normal...was to not be pestered by his fake psychic best friend. The thought stung. They hadn't always been attached at the hip before the apocalypse, though, so maybe him taking time to himself was more normal than anything. He had to cause some kind of hijinks to complain to Gus about later.
That's what brought him on the net, sending out messages to the people he knew he could trust...and parker. He just wanted to get to know her. Any excuse to get in the same room with her would be good, they could talk out the circumstances of his friends. Surely he didn't want their names on any missing persons list...they weren't missing...Shawn and Gus were technically the missing ones. Seeing Violet was a pretty safe bet. She had helped save his father from the gunshot wound and seemed like a pretty stand-up gal. The only thing is that he wasn't too thrilled to meet a little kid...kids were definitely not his best subject and he thought he might have been born without paternal instincts altogether. Maybe he should have brought Gus with him afterall.
His thoughts had carried him to the place Violet indicated as her 'unofficial work space' and he knocked "Hello hello, i'm from the Edible Arrangements company, i'm here to sample all your fruit for quality assurance."