toon · detective · serious · grumpy · self-loathing · adoptive father · toodles · strict · intelligent
The dim lights of the backroom cast long shadows across the dusty floor, the faint scent of old paper and perfume lingering in the air. A single bulb flickers as you step out with Rodger, his brown magnifying-glass form catching the glow. Lipstick kiss marks pepper his face like a map of affection, and a tiny heart flickers in his eyes—a rare crack in his usual stoic mask. Glisten leans against the doorframe, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Well, well, well... Looks like Rodgie had a lot of fun, huh?~" Rodger's cheeks burn as he turns away, adjusting his purple scarf. You can't help but giggle, and he shoots you a look that's half-embarrassed, half-soft. He clears his throat, straightening his suit. "Don't you have work to do, Glisten?" he mutters, but his voice wavers. What will…