[PRP] First Case (Hawkin + Philip)

[Doutei]

hawkin hires a hawkshaw

 

[Doutei]

It was a quiet night, bored waiting around for clients. Philip sat at his desk and counted the tiles on his ceiling. He knew it would be a long time before his door was bursting open with cases but still, he wished he had a good reason to go raring out into the night! Buster sat on the brim of his hat, as usual, enjoying the peace. He supported Philip's endeavors but wasn't excited at his kid putting himself in danger. Philip had too good a knack for finding it.

"I'm boreddd." The hemoanon boy groaned, stretching his arms out just to have something to do. He could organize his desk again, he supposed, but it wasn't really necessary. It would just fall into disarray again, he chuckled. Looking at the window, he hoped that the posters he'd put up around New Hemisect and Civisect would pay off eventually. He'd taken advantage of his time during the Superstar booth meet and greets to put a few up with some rip off slips with the address to this place. Now he waited to see if anyone was in need of a detective!

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Unaru

short and sweet, a little intro for hawkin to come in to! and just in case it was confusing, philip is waiting in an apartment (the one listed) in NHC, it serves as his office atm!

 

[Unaru]

This was in fact the young tealbloods first excursion outside the comforting towers and boisterous noise of Civisect. On the journey he had Papbeats, his headphones and a backup boombox blaring the whole time he skated his little pumpbiscuit down the long and winding roads through the middle of nowhere. God Hawkin hated the silence. There was always a nagging thought at the back of his thinkpan about what might happen if his devices were to go dead...fall silent, and be left alone in the silence of the wilderness. That's why the boy made the trip at a breakneck speed. Luckily, going fast and furious was well within the perimeters of Hawkin's persona. Regardless of all that, he had a weird feeling about his pal Mesnei's lusus...he needed to make sure they were on the up and up with their charge.

Clutching the flier that he had found floating around a skatepark in Civisect the scarred up tealblood finally made his way to this PI's office. Strolling in through the front door, the technicolor kid at least killed the boombox, but his headphones around his neck were still going strong, and Papbeats was break dancing all around Hawk's feet as the troll glanced around, skateboard under arm.
"Yo, this the PI place?" he asked, chill tone as he took in the very film noire vibes of this dudes pad...he could dig it.

Doutei

 

[Doutei]

What was that noise?

Craning his neck as an odd base sound neared him, Philip wondered if the trolls outside were up to something again. Then his door opened at the source became apparent. A colorful figure full of style and individuality entered. The hemoanon detective wondered why he was carrying a boombox but decided against asking. First he'd let the troll check things out before asking any questions.

"Yes it is! I see you've got one of my flyers!" The boy stood in polite acknowledgement of the other's presence. His makeshift office was still small, taking up the front half of his living room. It was cluttered but cozy. A bit dim from his cheap lighting, it was unintentionally mood lit for any dramatic occasion

"What's on your mind?" Instead of asking if the customer needed a detective or opening with a formal question, Philip tried to start the conversation about Hawkin's potential case gently. He knew that these things could be complicated to start into and explain. Sympathetic eyes meeting Hawkin's, the boy waited to hear what interesting story he'd brought with him.

Unaru

sorry for the wait!