In turn, Dahlia studies the mountain of a man before her, noting every detail with precision. Even as old as he was, Dahlia can tell that he’s sharp-witted and detail-oriented; the department hadn’t called him “Crime Computer Gant” for nothing. Gant is a jovial, likable man who, like herself, does not exude an air of villainy. Rather, he gave off a sense of power, which streams from even his fingertips, encased in intimidating black leather. His eyes are focused and intelligent, and she knows that he’s seen through her act already.
Of course, she’s thrilled by this.
Teehee!~ I do mean it, Mr. Gant. I’m so very honoured to be your friend.
[Friend? Oh, he can practically see his younger self recoiling in horror, ha, good riddance to that man.
Gant’s grin widens.]
The feeling is mutual, my sweet. However, I don’t believe I know much about your beautiful self to have earned that title.
Care to tell me what you do for fun around here? Bit tired of the same old, same old, you know. Same old wretched faces day in, day out. I’d adore some excitement and variety- I’m not exactly getting any younger! Hoh ho!
(Source: demongent)
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