id: @terminalwebs 
            no, no— you’re fine! [ he raises his arms, a reassuring to ease her shock. people usually felt uncomfortable when he mentioned it, like he would judge them for it but he felt comfortable enough to be around it again. ] i didn’t mean to make this awkward, i’m sorry. 

yea, that’s the guy.   [  between her index finger and her middle finger,  a joint she had rolled before slowly burns at the tip.  her eyes go wide,  just enough to show her surprise.  ]   oh,  i had no idea.  do you want me to put it out?  i can do that if it bothers you.  

id: @terminalwebs 
            i think i might know that guy— carter, right? i used to buy from him before i got clean. two years. 

id: @bloodsoaked 
            connor alvarez. it’s nice to meet you. i haven’t— really told anyone what i told you before.

well  ,  my  name  is  katarina  maximoff  .  what  is  yours  ?
            
            *     @tempusbender

id: @bloodsoaked 
            you’re powerful, i know that much— but i can’t say i know anything else about you. 

♘【 @tempusbender 】♘
            
            Calla straightened slowly, tablet still humming in her palm. The rain-slick asphalt reflected just enough of the neon sign to paint a faint halo around him—wrong place, wrong time, she thought, and maybe not quite sure which was which.
            
            Her gaze flicked over his shoes, cuffs, and the faint smell of espresso clinging to his jacket. Coffee shop checks out, but she didn’t lower her guard.
            
            “Alright … “ she squinted her eyes just making out his name tag “Connor,” she said, voice even, the kind of calm that let every word cut clean. “Then you already know the drill—details matter. Start with what you heard before you stepped outside. Any sounds—arguing, engine, footsteps?”
            
            A beat.
            
            “And while we’re at it, did anyone else linger after close? Co-worker, late customer, someone watching the shop? I need every sliver, even if it feels trivial.”
            
            She angled the tablet just enough to capture his face in a quiet flash.
            
            “Don’t worry. I’m not GCPD. No badge. Just need the truth before the uniforms arrive and trample the evidence.”

id: @GothamSpecter- 
            if there was a contest for consistently being in the wrong place at the wrong time, connor would have a gold medal. despite his flighty abilities, he managed to find himself at the scene of a crime, yet again, as a witness. this had happened just outside his job, still, in spite of knowing he’d never do such a thing; his stomach still twisted in knots. 
            
            he hated cops, but he hated detectives and their watchful eyes even more. one wrong move could lead to a hunch which could have him thrown in jail. he pauses, eyes meeting hers. he blinks, absentmindedly, in response to her stare. 
            
            “ i’m a witness— the crime happened just outside my job. i work at the coffee shop inside the building, i was closing and i came out to see this. i was told to come see you— answer any questions. ”

*     !!!

*    !!

@tempusbender    /   <33

id: @blazeinflame 
            / thank you, rae! <3 

i’m not hiding you in my house. 

[that makes morrigan smile,  nodding along understandingly,]  if you want,  we can do this without the camera?  —-  they’re only quick-fire questions,  anyway. 

id: @rinoasletter 
            no, you’re fine. i’m just a little camera shy. 

you know what—-  yeah!  surely you won’t have a problem doing that since you offered.  

id: @terminalwebs 
            what do you want me to do? start emptying out my pockets to prove i didn’t take anything? 

then who did it?  you’re the only other one here besides me.  

id: @SP1DERBE4TS 
            you couldn’t, [ a cough ] tell me that before you punched me in the stomach! fuck! [ he put his hands up, squaring up to block or throw another punch just before nodding as he collects himself. ] 
            
            / sorry this is late <3