Not a lick of sense, no. [ which hasn't actually done anything to stop John from getting distracted from the making of tea just before the milk stage (perhaps a good thing, he hasn't got a clue what kind of creature this stuff comes from). penthouse, non-traditional explosions, bitten bits and bodyparts. posthumous payments. if nothing else, it's a hell of a story.
and he is, against all odds, well on his way to hooked. congratulations, Dirk, you've got an avid listener, and avid listener who's making his way the few steps back across the room to set two unmilked teas down on a little table and sliiide back into his seat. ]
Can't have been the most pleasant thing to walk in on.
[That answer does satisfy Dirk. At this stage, it probably shouldn't make sense, even if he was mostly asking whether or not John was following.]
And it wasn't terribly, no. Very messy. Actually rather low on my list of favourite things I've walked in on. Bit worse than roommates, bit better than the head on the turntable.
[You win some, you lose some. He shrugs eloquently.]
I shouldn't say, actually, that that's all I was left with. There was a kitten, for starters. Absolutely unharmed. I took him into protective custody; it seemed like the right thing to do. And I also had the bellhop at the hotel, the one who discovered the bodies.
[A beat. Dirk tilts his head, considering.]
No, I suppose he'd object to my saying that I had him. He objects to a really astonishing number of things, actually. I approached the bellhop from the hotel. He was obviously already intrinsically connected to the case, and he'd also just been fired, so I opted to take him on as my assistant on a trial basis. Todd.
[It's the first time he's said Todd's name aloud since... well, all of this. It feels... sort of awful, actually, like some absurd kind of betrayal -- telling Todd's story when he's not around to hear it, to interject, to fuss, to adjust, to correct. Dirk takes a sip of his tea to wash the taste out of his mouth and frowns into the milk-less depths of the mug.]
Oh! I suppose I should mention Lydia. Lydia Spring is Patrick Spring's daughter, and she'd gone missing not two weeks before her father's murder. Obviously the two cases were connected, I mean, everything is connected, though these incidents particularly so, even if nobody had any idea of how at the outset.
In any case, we began investigating. Have you ever broken into a house?
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and he is, against all odds, well on his way to hooked. congratulations, Dirk, you've got an avid listener, and avid listener who's making his way the few steps back across the room to set two unmilked teas down on a little table and sliiide back into his seat. ]
Can't have been the most pleasant thing to walk in on.
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[That answer does satisfy Dirk. At this stage, it probably shouldn't make sense, even if he was mostly asking whether or not John was following.]
And it wasn't terribly, no. Very messy. Actually rather low on my list of favourite things I've walked in on. Bit worse than roommates, bit better than the head on the turntable.
[You win some, you lose some. He shrugs eloquently.]
I shouldn't say, actually, that that's all I was left with. There was a kitten, for starters. Absolutely unharmed. I took him into protective custody; it seemed like the right thing to do. And I also had the bellhop at the hotel, the one who discovered the bodies.
[A beat. Dirk tilts his head, considering.]
No, I suppose he'd object to my saying that I had him. He objects to a really astonishing number of things, actually. I approached the bellhop from the hotel. He was obviously already intrinsically connected to the case, and he'd also just been fired, so I opted to take him on as my assistant on a trial basis. Todd.
[It's the first time he's said Todd's name aloud since... well, all of this. It feels... sort of awful, actually, like some absurd kind of betrayal -- telling Todd's story when he's not around to hear it, to interject, to fuss, to adjust, to correct. Dirk takes a sip of his tea to wash the taste out of his mouth and frowns into the milk-less depths of the mug.]
Oh! I suppose I should mention Lydia. Lydia Spring is Patrick Spring's daughter, and she'd gone missing not two weeks before her father's murder. Obviously the two cases were connected, I mean, everything is connected, though these incidents particularly so, even if nobody had any idea of how at the outset.
In any case, we began investigating. Have you ever broken into a house?