Cuno Moment

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23catloaf on twitter said it sounded like Jean and i can only agree

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New picrew chain idea: yourself vs what you looked like as a kid

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lil doodle from the other day born out of an overwhelming annoyance that for some reason body hair is associated with masculinity despite Everyone Having It. so why not draw a cute hairy girl about it

[image description: a drawing of a tan-skinned woman with brown and blond dyed hair pulled into a ponytail and copious body hair and stubble. she is smiling and doing a peace sign gesture with her hand. next to her is text saying "body hair has no gender!" end id]

Another doodle commission. Harry and Kim find Harry’s “special” drawer.

Sometimes, I like to imagine what Kim and Harry would do together after all of DE like in their line of work

For example: Kim and Harry go to find a lost kitty

Kim: "Detective, how does a lost cat connect to our current case? Let's just report this back to the precinct and let the lost-and-found department handle this case." he looks down at his notebook uninterested in finding the cat

Logic: There is no lost-and-found department.

Composure [Easy:Failure]: The poor kitten is lost and afraid. Curl up in a ball and cry at how devastating that image is.

Rhetoric [Medium:Success]: Show Kim how much this lost cat means to you. That'll convince Kim to listen.

Harry: "But Kim, the kitty... he's lost and needs to find a way home..." you look up at Kim with tears blurring your vision

Perception [Trivial:Sucess]: There in the tree you walk past, you hear a familiar cry of a lost soul

Harry: "Kim, did you hear that?"

Kim: "Detective, we need to-"

Harry: "There! Up in the tree!" You point to the branch in which the stands afraid

Kim: "I don't see it, Detective." He squints his eyes, trying to locate the branch where he hears the voice from

Visual Calculus [Easy:Failure]: You could easily climb up there in the tree, grab the cat, and come down heroically, proving to Kim that you were in fact right in helping this cat.

Harry: You clumsily climb the tree, almost falling on your way up, and when you get to the branch where the cat is, you reach for the branch using it as support.

Harry: The branch can't support your weight and breaks as both you and the cat fall off the tree

Lost Cat: As he is falling, he notices Kim and prepares to land square on his face

Pain Threshold [Trivial:Sucess]: You've experienced worst pain than this before, walk it off.

Kim:"Detective, are you okay?" The cat is still hugging Kim's face as he gently pulls the cat off and cradles it like a baby.

Harry: Picking yourself up, you notice the cat has cuddled up to Kim and wished you were the cat right now

Harry:"Let's go back to the precinct and return the cat to its owner" there's a hint of jelousy in your voice as the cat looks at you without a care in the world

*Back at the precinct*

Jean Vicquemare: "Did you make any progress in the case?" he looks over at Kim and notices the cat in his hand. "...not again..."

Empathy [Easy:Failure]: He looks tired, I think he's taken on too many cases and needs a good night sleep.

Harry: "Did you want me to grab a cup of coffee for you?"

Jean Vicquemare: "Shitkid, how many times have I told you to focus on your case. We've got enough case load as is, and you helping a lost cat doesn't help anybody here." he tries his best not to raise his voice but is clearly upset and exasperated.

Kim: "I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I tried to convince him out of it, but you know how he gets." Kim tries to calm Jean but clearly Jean is upset at you and not Kim.

Jean Vicquemare: "Listen, Lieutenant Kitsuragi, while I appreciate your attempts at trying to convince him, shitkid over here needs to get his shit together to complete the case soon or else..." he's looking at you with a glare

Rhetoric: Feel around your pocket. Remember the clues you picked up on your way back to the precinct. Maybe that'll convince Jean to get off your case.

Composure [hard:failure]: Shit shit shit. Jean is right. You picked up nothing. Nada. Your pocket only holds trinkets of your trip. Oh god, what are we going to do.

Drama [easy:failure]: Lie about your trip. Maybe if you convince Jean that the trinkets you picked up along that way was a gift for him he'd let you go

Harry: Pulls out a pinecone from your pocket. "Jean, this is for you, my dearest partner. I found it while we were out, and it reminded me of you. " You look at him with puppy dog eyes.

Jean Vicquemare: "..." he sighs tired and ready to give up on you entirely

*end scene*