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The Ginger Detective and His Lazy Sarcastic Hacking Partner Ep. 2
“Inquisitive; curious about the affairs of others; prying.”
“I just don’t get it.”
I stopped my chewing for a moment, glancing across the table at the ginger-headed man questionably. It was my nineteenth birthday today. Yay me. Apparently, my partner David wanted to treat me to seafood, knowing I could live off of shellfish every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy with that decision. The place was a little too flashy for my taste, but their large portions of crab made up for their snobby host and stale waiters. Honestly, I was just glad he didn’t make me change into something stiff and ugly in order to match the atmosphere.
“Wht?”
I usually wouldn’t waste my breath, especially with precious crab stuffed in my face, but the lopsided smile he was sharing brought out my curiosity. His brow rose slightly in amusement.
“You love shellfish, but hate anything else that comes out of the Ocean. Haven’t you ever had a fish you’ve liked?”
I swallowed.
“Nope.”
He stared at me, brow still raised, and amusement still present.
“But don’t you Fish?”
It was my turn to raise a brow.
“No, why would I?”
He blinked as if surprised. Really, he should remember my lazy personality more often. I’m not the sports-y type. He only continued to stare.
“Quiorra, you live on a sailboat, and you’ve never Fished off of it?”
I gave a fake gasp, mocking his tone.
“David, you live in a house, but never cook in it?”
I inwardly smirked after seeing his raised brow twitch, face turned deadpan. It was a touchy subject, one I loved to tease him about whenever the opportunity arose.
“I can cook.”
I pointed at him.
“Pouring hot water into a cup of instant noodles, doesn’t count. That would be like saying instant coffee, is coffee.”
He paused, and I took the chance to finish the rest of my crab. After a moment of not thinking of anything else he could claim he cooks himself, David narrowed his eyes at me.
“You’re one to talk. I’ve seen your kitchen, it’s never even been used.”
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I just keep it clean?”
“I...
“I just don’t get it.”
I stopped my chewing for a moment, glancing across the table at the ginger-headed man questionably. It was my nineteenth birthday today. Yay me. Apparently, my partner David wanted to treat me to seafood, knowing I could live off of shellfish every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy with that decision. The place was a little too flashy for my taste, but their large portions of crab made up for their snobby host and stale waiters. Honestly, I was just glad he didn’t make me change into something stiff and ugly in order to match the atmosphere.
“Wht?”
I usually wouldn’t waste my breath, especially with precious crab stuffed in my face, but the lopsided smile he was sharing brought out my curiosity. His brow rose slightly in amusement.
“You love shellfish, but hate anything else that comes out of the Ocean. Haven’t you ever had a fish you’ve liked?”
I swallowed.
“Nope.”
He stared at me, brow still raised, and amusement still present.
“But don’t you Fish?”
It was my turn to raise a brow.
“No, why would I?”
He blinked as if surprised. Really, he should remember my lazy personality more often. I’m not the sports-y type. He only continued to stare.
“Quiorra, you live on a sailboat, and you’ve never Fished off of it?”
I gave a fake gasp, mocking his tone.
“David, you live in a house, but never cook in it?”
I inwardly smirked after seeing his raised brow twitch, face turned deadpan. It was a touchy subject, one I loved to tease him about whenever the opportunity arose.
“I can cook.”
I pointed at him.
“Pouring hot water into a cup of instant noodles, doesn’t count. That would be like saying instant coffee, is coffee.”
He paused, and I took the chance to finish the rest of my crab. After a moment of not thinking of anything else he could claim he cooks himself, David narrowed his eyes at me.
“You’re one to talk. I’ve seen your kitchen, it’s never even been used.”
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I just keep it clean?”
“I...
