Of course. A detective's goal is always to find the truth and this simple case is no exception to that.
[Slow, S_OW, Slough, Snow and other Words that Drive You Mad Part 1 - hopefully there's a book named that to keep him from having to spend his life searching through pages of an old fashioned dictionary.
When he gets back, he'll never take the internet for granted again.]
Shall we call it for the evening then? Maybe one of us will be hit with a stroke of genius while we sleep. It may not even require a trek to library.
so fucking cute i hate everything god. WRAPPED. COOKED. I'M COOKED
[ Maruki exhales a derisive little laugh at that and shakes his head. ]
I flatter myself to think I've had several strokes of genius in my life, but none would come close to being able to puzzle this one out.
[ Seriously. Stow? Show? Spow? SPOW ISN'T EVEN A WORD. What could it BE.
He's happy to admit defeat for the night and finishes off his coffee, gathers their cups. ]
But no, you're right. I need to figure out my room situation, anyhow. We'll continue our battle tomorrow.
[ Despite the fact that it's been long years since he lived with someone and he hardly knows Akechi well, barely knows Vash or Zazie, it's all too easy for someone as desperate for connection as Maruki to fall into a comfortable domestic routine. Table cleared, cups washed and dried. Shoes by the door and jacket in a closet (not Zazie's). Good nights exchanged casually in passing. A warm shower, a warm bed, the quiet sounds of others going about their lives above and below and around him.
He won't know until he sees him again in the morning that he happened to pick the room directly next to Akechi's. ]
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[Slow, S_OW, Slough, Snow and other Words that Drive You Mad Part 1 - hopefully there's a book named that to keep him from having to spend his life searching through pages of an old fashioned dictionary.
When he gets back, he'll never take the internet for granted again.]
Shall we call it for the evening then? Maybe one of us will be hit with a stroke of genius while we sleep. It may not even require a trek to library.
so fucking cute i hate everything god. WRAPPED. COOKED. I'M COOKED
I flatter myself to think I've had several strokes of genius in my life, but none would come close to being able to puzzle this one out.
[ Seriously. Stow? Show? Spow? SPOW ISN'T EVEN A WORD. What could it BE.
He's happy to admit defeat for the night and finishes off his coffee, gathers their cups. ]
But no, you're right. I need to figure out my room situation, anyhow. We'll continue our battle tomorrow.
[ Despite the fact that it's been long years since he lived with someone and he hardly knows Akechi well, barely knows Vash or Zazie, it's all too easy for someone as desperate for connection as Maruki to fall into a comfortable domestic routine. Table cleared, cups washed and dried. Shoes by the door and jacket in a closet (not Zazie's). Good nights exchanged casually in passing. A warm shower, a warm bed, the quiet sounds of others going about their lives above and below and around him.
He won't know until he sees him again in the morning that he happened to pick the room directly next to Akechi's. ]