[karlnap] loving is easy

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Karl's POV

"and- and he had a wonderful voice, he could sing like a god-" she weeps.

"ma'am, can you please describe his appearance?" i sigh, letting my pen rest against the thick notepad in my hand.

the wrinkled little woman sniffs and hastily wipes her eyes. "y-yes, of course.. he uh, he had blond hair, yes, and a tattoo of a rose on his shoulder-"

"any face markings? an accent or anything? something that we could identify the minute that we saw him?"

"a nose piercing. one of those ring ones in the middle. and his hair is blond, but his eyebrows are still black from before he dyed his hair."

i scribble it all down and set the pad down. it upsets me how little information i have on the missing boy, with barely half a sticky note filled.

"thank you, miss. we have your contact information and we will call if there's any news on your son."

she tightens her red lips and nods, looking down at the tiled floor. i do the gentlemanly thing and help her up, leading her into the elevator.

after i adjust myself back into my chair, i pick up the wired black phone on my desk and punch in a couple numbers.

it rings a few times before she picks up.

"hey, Jacobs! what's up, kid?"

"you can draw, right? i've got a missing kid and a sad mom." i glance over my bullet points again, checking off the necessary markings mentally.

"oh, yeah, of course! you can drop the info on my desk whenever." she chirps.

"thanks, Nikki."

the call cuts off shortly after.

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From: Nick Armstrong
To: Karl Jacobs
Subject: bro

karl do u have a pen look over here man do u have a pen i need a pen also wanna go get coffee at lunch break with me??

also. ur so cute today. love u shawty.

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From: Karl Jacobs
To: Nick Armstrong
Re: bro

please shut up. are you aware that Craft can see our emails?

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From: Nick Armstrong
To: Karl Jacobs
Re: bro

oh shit.

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"no swearing in emails, Armstrong." Mr Craft calls out from his office. his soft, grey eyes glare past me and towards Nick.

"sorry sir!" Nick yells back. i wince slightly at his noise.

i look up and meet his eye. his desk is pushed front-to-front with mine, but the line is met where his piles of messy papers and manila files strewn around meets my neat folders and square stacks.

he sticks his tongue out and me like a toddler. i just roll my eyes in response.

"suck my ass, Jacobs."

"don't call me that. that name's for professional stuff only. telling me to suck your buttocks isn't very professional, nimrod."

he leans on his hand and slouches slightly, wrinkling his white-collared shirt like a slob.

"coffee at lunch?" he whines.

"there's coffee in the break room." i clip.

"but i wanna go out! see the wonderful world!" and he spreads his arms dramatically.