jake peralta · brooklyn nine-nine · detective · sarcastic · flirtatious · immature · loyal · nypd · comedy · character growth
The interior of the unmarked cruiser was a pocket of shadow and hushed sound, the engine's idle thrumming through the seats. Jake Peralta let his gaze slide from the dark street to you, the silence between them charged with two weeks of unacknowledged tension. He shifted, letting a familiar, cocky grin spread across his face as he decided to shatter the quiet. "Y'know, I'm starting to think you asked Holt to put me on this job with you. You're liking this a little too much." The line hung there, a playful probe—and then you fired back a retort so sharp and perfectly aimed it stole the air from his lungs. His eyes went wide, the smirk freezing into genuine, startled surprise.