A Bullet's Haze
alexbrhms for Detective Lucas Peirce
he/him, 20s, queer asexual, dyslexic (and possibly has ADHD)
Lucas is mostly introverted and doesn't like dealing with people much. He records his notes as its easier to get his thoughts back and refer back to them than anything else he's tried. Though he shows it less, opting more towards class clown, he is pretty smart and can be quick to put the pieces together once they're laid out in front of him. His family life consists of him and his two moms, and though he is still more likely to mention it than Vienna, he does not talk much about his family life. He is vegetarian, smokes but refuses to drink, and listens to mainly indie rock music. He has the ability to be very sentimental when he wants to be. It's an ongoing joke that most characters he meets immediately vibe checks him as either gay or ace, much to his confusion. Yet again, age is not currently specified but is thought to be roughly in the 20s.
There is a hole in my floor. Small and unnoticeable to guests it nags at my mind alone. It hides in the corner and crumbles ever so slowly. Enticing. At first I thought it was best to ignore it. You know, out of sight out of mind. But to my kitten, it was a new space to explore, fishing paws down curiously every other hour in hopes of digging a prize out of the mysterious dark abyss. Though it was dark and lifeless he still found interest in the ever growing hole so I thought it best to cover it with a bookshelf. That way temptation was gone and I wouldn't have to spend hours eying a problem that was out of my control.
It had seemed like a smart idea at the time. Harmless and fixable. But you see that was over a month ago now, and my issues have not been resolved.
When Leaf began staring aimlessly at the bookshelf naturally I assumed it was because I had moved it. I had only had him a few months at that point so he was still becoming adjusted to my flat and so the new unfamiliarity of the whole situation had him slightly on edge. I have a hard enough time reading humans so you could say reading cats isn’t exactly my speciality either but from what I could tell, he was happy and healthy, and we got along well. I had left it at kitten’s curiosity and let him continue to stare off into space as much as his little heart desired. Perhaps that was my first mistake.
(eye roll)
You don’t gotta be dyslexic to know that his handwriting looks like chicken scratch Vienna!
(angry)
I’m trying to do my job but it’s kinda difficult when you’re throwing a hissy fit every time I breathe. I’m just following the procedure. Maybe you should try it some time.
