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Adaine Abernant ([personal profile] furiousfists) wrote2024-01-24 08:50 pm
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[personal profile] nightyorb 2024-02-09 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Once Riz would've been easier to find.

When he was younger and a newly minted private investigator (and before that, an unlicensed one), he had put up flyers everywhere trying to get clients. If there was a notice board, you'd be sure to find a Gukgak Investigations flyer. Not so much, these days. He still wants to help people, but he has no time for lost pets or cheating husbands.

Right now, Riz is bent low over his desk, comparing several files, and scribbling notes on a notepad. Around him, the little studio apartment can only be described as organised chaos. A very small (and poorly stocked) kitchenette and an old loveseat are the only acknowledgements that Riz has a body that still occasionally needs things other than to make things right. The rest of the room though is entirely given over to stacks and stacks of case files, nearly every inch of the walls covered in case boards displaying several in progress cases.

Riz doesn't look up when he hears a faint scratching near the window, squinting tired eyes at the almost endless seemingly ledgers as he tries to find the small, so easy to miss discrepancies that will ultimately tighten the net around his next target.

"You are not an actual cat. You don't need me to open the window for you."

On the window sill, Kalina flicks an ear at him with a silent huff, before phasing through the window.
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[personal profile] nightyorb 2024-02-11 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Riz jolts up at the unexpected voice, turning his face towards the window.

It's difficult to tell if Riz is really much older, or if it is just exhaustion making his face look wan and drawn. The bags underneath his eyes have gone from merely dark to downright bruised looking, and his skin has the slightly sallow look of someone who doesn't spend a lot of time in the sun. And hasn't gotten much sleep on top of that to boot.

Inexplicably his hair still looks amazing, though.

Riz tosses down his pen, and rushes to the window, pushing it open to let Adaine in. The clear joy in his smile doesn't fully dispel the exhaustion clinging to his every inch, but it goes a long way.

"Adaine!"