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𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 1h

—fine tooth comb, which was more interesting than the door at least.

Finally out of things to do after searching through the center console, Bruce just laid his seat back and closed his eyes. How terribly boring. So boring in fact, he found himself out of the car, marching into the hotel.)

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 1h

(Briefly, Bruce had wondered if he had enough time to completely dismantle the car, but decided that was way out of his knowledge zone. He’d already pressed every button on the console and had quickly moved to everything on the door, which was very boring. He had went through the glovebox with a—

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙍𝙔𝘿𝙀𝙍 @thehitcherrp.bsky.social · 9h

( Ryder let out an irritated huff at the absence of his keys. He dropped the bag in front of the door and headed for the reception where he coerced a spare key out of the owner.>

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 11h

(Well, if he didn’t have to go in then Bruce sure as hell wasn’t getting caught up in this. Bruce looked around outside for just a short moment, but quickly gave up and climbed into the car. He absentmindedly fiddled with the seatbelt at first, soon moving to press random buttons on the console.—

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𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 1h

—felt like he was sin suit that was covered in a surprising amount of lube and cum. That probably wouldn’t go over well with the general public.)

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 1h

(Bruce hurriedly chugged down the rest of the beer, apparently not willing to let it sit around and go flat after opening it. He would much rather enjoy it while it still tasted nice.)

In that case, I’m ready. We just need to change out of all of this.

(Suddenly, Bruce was painfully aware that it—

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𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 1h

Hopital.

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙍𝙔𝘿𝙀𝙍 @thehitcherrp.bsky.social · 10h

That looks like poison.

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 20h

About to try this. Wish me luck.

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 11h

—Maybe a keyring sat in the drivers seat. Bruce could have sworn he saw something, but it was much more fun to have the radio set to turn on at full blast the moment Ryder turned on the car.)

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 11h

(Well, if he didn’t have to go in then Bruce sure as hell wasn’t getting caught up in this. Bruce looked around outside for just a short moment, but quickly gave up and climbed into the car. He absentmindedly fiddled with the seatbelt at first, soon moving to press random buttons on the console.—

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙍𝙔𝘿𝙀𝙍 @thehitcherrp.bsky.social · 1d

You can stay in the car.
( Was the only thing Ryder had said as he walked by the detective into the building and didn't stop until he'd reached the door to his room. >

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 2d

(Bruce had opened his mouth to say that he would gladly not get any work done as long as Ryder was around, but all that happened was he him getting a huge mouthful of whatever smell was wafting out of the back of Ryder’s vehicle. Nothing had ever killed his dick so quickly and effectively. It was—

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𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 20h

About to try this. Wish me luck.

𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 22h

—the feeling of grease coating his mouth away.)

This is much better than that cheap ass coffee I always get to drink with them. Good choice.

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𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣 @detectivesrgnt.bsky.social · 22h

That sounds like a very good idea to me.

(It really, genuinely did. A nice ride where they went around and looked at anything they wanted. It was relaxed and domestic in a way that Bruce thought they could never experience while in Scotland. Eagerly, Bruce accepted the beer and attempted to wash—

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