The Open D/Meeting New People

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It'd been a few days since Shoutarou put up the announcement about the Agency being open for business.

Granted, 'business' was a relative term on board Stacey, and given the general peaceful nature of the ship, Shoutarou didn't expect much - which was a good thing, as he hasn't gotten much. Or, well, anything so far.

He can only patrol so much, same with sitting in on brig folks - he can't hog all the shifts to stay busy. So for now, he's kicked back at his desk, feet propped up while he sips at a bit of coffee.

Someone should poke him before he starts to monologue to himself. He'll do it!

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Shoutarou nods, glancing aside. "I know... I spent a year without him before I woke up here. It's not something I'm in any hurry to do again." Even with Terui there to help, it just wasn't the same.

[darknight-ren.livejournal.com]

A year--it was hell to think about, and Ren knew it was even worse to go through.

"I know the feeling," he admitted. "I went though something similar, though a little different." He wasn't eager to discuss the exact details, but he could definitely sympathize.

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Shoutarou nods a bit at Ren. He knows it's rough enough to admit it - asking about detail is just something you don't do.

Perhaps it's time for a subject shift. "I s'pose I need to come by the teahouse sometime." He looks around at the stacks of books in the building, then sighs. "Philip said he ran out of room for books there, so I can only imagine that it looks more like a library than a teahouse..."

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Ren was grateful for the change in subject. Talking about loss was hard. Talking about something you want to lose? Very easy.

"That's one way of putting it," he said, folding his arms. "Watch your step when you're there and don't lean against anything." It had become something of a daily routine to avoid having thick tomes fall on your head.

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The detective nods, smirking slightly. "Will-do."