“I Can’t Believe You Nurse Joy’d Jeff Goldblum!”

Could you please write a story about how Irvin and Fortune would act in a civilian setting?

Irvin stirred his coffee. The Autumn breeze that occasionally swept past calmed his nerves even in the midday bustle of the café. Despite the gaps in his private eye work, this felt like the first time he’d been able to relax in a while.

However, seeing his companion eyeing the nearby jewelry store sent him a pinch of adrenaline. “Don’t you dare.”

“What?” Fortune waved away his concern. “I’m just keeping an eye out for trouble.”

“Trouble for me, maybe.”

She shrugged playfully, and both resumed enjoying their drinks and ambience. Eventually, she couldn’t help but speak up again.

“I wouldn’t get caught, though. Just putting that out there. I’m a cat above the rest.”

“I know.”

“A rare breed.”

“Yep.”

“A-”

“I get it.” Irvin kept his usual cool, but desperately needed a change in subject. “So what are you planning to do then?”

“I’ll probably check up on Minette and her sisters. Maybe take a cat nap later.“

“I mean in the long term. Now that it’s out that you’re still alive, your face is back on the police watch list. Where are you going to keep hiding?“

“Well…that’s the thing.” She tapped her cup with her claws. “Fur once, I want to get out of the shadows. See new things, meet new people. Make some new memories instead of stewing on the old ones. I’m just not sure how to do that without getting caught.”

Irvin pondered that. “What about leaving New Meridian altogether?”

“That’s not a bad idea. I’ll miss Mew-Wan and Minette and Innsmouth, but maybe a change of scenery is what I need after,” She vaguely gestured to herself and the skyline where Medici Tower once stood, “Y’know, all this.”

“I could use a vacation too. I’ve never really left the city myself, and I trust Ben and his team to take care of any Medici still crawling around, especially now that the Labs are officially recommissioned.”

“Do you trust him not to tell any of his bosses about us?”

“He hasn’t snitched so far. I know he won’t.”

As usual on the topic of Big Band, Irvin’s good word failed to convince her. “If you say so. Just in case, maybe we should go somewhere far away. Maybe the Dragon Empire.”

“Very funny.“ He gave that a second thought. “Although, I’ve never been. It’s seems like an interesting place.“

“Lots of good food too. Mew-Wan says it’s nice in the Fall, and he probably has some old friends who would lend us stay with them.“

“…We’re actually going now, aren’t we?“

“If you’re up for it. It’s better than a jail cell.“

He signaled a waiter for the check. “We’d have a lot of packing to do if we want to leave ASAP.”

“Sooo…shopping trip?”

“Guess so. Just remember: no purr-loining.”

She smirked. “I purr-omise. You’re starting to do it too.”

“Yeah.” Irvin smiled and downed the rest of his coffee. “I’m not sure if I hate myself for it yet.”

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rich ppl are like so easily convinced abt ghosts I remember growing up it was near this vacant lot and whenever I broke a toy instead of going to face the wrath of my mother I would fucking bury it in that lot and then sure enough, some dude tried to develop the land and found a ton of buried rotten dolls and shit and told everyone it was haunted

it’s been over a decade and that lot is still vacant 

part of me believes that if you have a weird kink, it’s tolerable as long as it isn’t like… absolutely disgusting/harmful… but then again, i was just contacted by the notorious Deviantart White Bread Fetish guy who wanted me to draw a plump rich blonde blue-eyed white woman with huge titties stuffing her shopping cart full of white bread and i do have to wonder… how much? how much am i willing to tolerate? 

at what point do i just give up?

im sorry, what

i cannot believe that out of all the fandoms, the one to crash ao3 was fucking minecraft

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