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Well this wasn’t the first time Chris has gotten this reaction before. So it didn’t really surprise him as much as it would have if he had just started out. He smiled at the other detective and shook his head. “No, sir.” He replied. “This is not a joke. I am indeed a detective. Chris Demarais. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” he held out his hand towards the older male.
@detectivedemarais
❛ ——This is a joke right? I’m being punk’d right now, aren’t I? ❜ Shawn said, half smiling at the man for a moment. ❛ There’s NO way that YOU’RE a detective. —-Right? ❜
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Chris opened his eyes and looked down as he watched Michael shift around. Looks like he was made into a leg rest. Oh well. He didn’t really mind. Although he was gonna have to move him in a little bit to turn off the light. “Don’t get too comfortable on me.” He said with a soft laugh. “Cute? Well thanks. You’ll see more in the morning.”
Michael moved so his legs were draped over Chris’ lap and shifted around carefully until he was in a position that was comfortable for the both of them. “Your apartment is really cute, by the way. At least what I’ve seen of it is,” he mumbled sleepily.
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Chris moved his head to the side for a moment to look at the head that was now resting against his shoulder. He then it back to look up at the ceiling, closing his eyes. “Yea. Probably. They probably wanted to get you to sleep as well. But I understand... Let’s just get some rest.” At least his couch was comfortable to sleep on like this.
“I seriously might.” Michael sighed as he lifted his head from the arm of the couch just to put it on Chris’ shoulder. “Today has been way too exhausting and they gave me pain meds or some shit..”
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GTA AU Moodboard (8/?)- Chris
Leave this blue neighbourhood
Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh
And it drives me wild
‘Cause when you look like that
I’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, oh
It drives me wild
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Aaron: let’s get Chris over.
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Message Rules MainVerse Verses
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Chris looked down at him, having fallen on him just to get Michael down. He moved to sit up, but moved to actually straddle the other so he could get his cuffs out from his back pocket. “...” A frown deepened on the detective’s face as he looked back down at Michael.
“And you’re under arrest.” he said. “Give me your hands, Jones.” His voice dropped its sense of any light heartiness.
“God fucking dammit, dude!” Michael exclaimed as he fell to the floor, he pretty much almost brained himself on the window sill as he did so. “You’re so damn handsy, Christopher.” He hissed, glaring up at the man.
He didn’t care about the consequences at this point, he just wanted to get the hell out of there and do his job.
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“...” Wait.
“Michael!” Chris said as he moved back into the room. Literally jumping towards Michael, he reached out to grabbed him before he could manage to escape. “You are not-- will not-- blow anything up!” He said as he tackled down the red head. “And don’t ever call me by that name again, Jones.”
“I’m a fucking delight, Christopher.” Michael frowned before flipping the man off. “You’re gonna have more paper work after a blow this place up anyway.” His expression quickly went from a frown to a cheeky grin.
He blew the man a kiss before turning to climb out the window like he meant to before. “See you around, detective.”
#watchingyourserenity#otp; without you#;main verse GTA#dun dun duuuuun#one thing Chris does not like is being called by his full name#*claps* way to go Michael xD
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“Well I wonder why.” Chris replied as he started walking to his apartment door with Michael. “You;d catch a cold.” He unlocked the front door and went on in. Flipping on the light and moving Michael to the couch. “Sorry my place is a bit of a mess.” He said, putting Michael down on the couch because he really could not keep holding him up. The other was heavy and Chris didn’t exactly have much muscle. He looked around his tiny apartment. Papers scattered everywhere as he’d been trying to figure out a case he’d been told to handle. “You’re gonna have to make it your own way to the bedroom though. I can’t keep half carrying you. You’re starting to hurt my shoulders.” He said with a light laugh and a smile.
“Shit,” Michael mumbled as he was pulled up and out of the car. His limbs felt heavy and slow because of his exhaustion. Taking a bullet was hard as fuck. “You’re like my mother, she never let me sleep in the car either.”
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Chris let out a laugh as he dropped his hand from his forehead. “It’s rich that you think they’d believe a criminal over one of their own.” he replied. “Besides you don’t exactly have proof.” He moved to look at the time on his watch. “Just get out of here, alright? Unless you actually want me to arrest you.” He looked back up towards him.
“Besides you’re the one who was asking to make out. I apologized and said what I did was wrong. I wasn’t hitting on you, Michael. I do believe we have... a friendship but to have a crush on you? Come on. I only see you when I’m on duty. And like you said, you’re a criminal and I’m a detective. I’d get fired. Anyways I have a lot of paperwork waiting for me... Go on and meet up with the others.”
Michael rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. He felt a bit thrown off by the other man’s confusion, but he wasn’t going to let that show in his expression. He wasn’t going to let this cop get to him. Not again.
“I’d like to see you fuckin’ try.” He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest again. It made him look almost like an upset puppy. “What is Mr. Big-Bad-Cop gonna do, take me to the station where I can tell them you kissed me and tried to hide me up here.” Michael snickered, leaning against the wall.
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Chris sighed and hung his head for a moment. “Okay that’s it.” He bent down and pulled Michael up. “Come on-- out of the car you go.” He said, pulling on the other. “You can sleep for the next ten years in my bed.” He said. “With lots of blankets.”
The car ride felt far too short to Michael, so when Chris woke him up he whined like a child, “Just leave me here, I’ll sleep for the next ten years,” his words slurred together in his half awake state. “Also bring me a blanket, I’m freezing..”
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Chris looked back at him. A look of confusion covering his use to be calm look. What did he have to feel really bad for? He apologized and it was just a kiss. He didn’t understand what was so funny about this situation now. So he stood there until Michael stopped laughing.
“....I-I beg your pardon?” Chris’ face had went to confusion to utter shock as Michael would even suggest such a thing. Make out with him? Wait. No. Chris shook his head. Backing out of the door a bit and moving a hand to go over his forehead. “What-- What in the world makes you think I-- Go home before I arrest you, smart ass.”
“Wait… you don’t actually feel bad, do you?” Michael questioned, the look of shock he had before flashed across his face again. “Dude, no way.” He laughed, clapping his hands together, “This is perfect.”
After a few moments of cracking up Michael tried to straighten up and put his angry face back on. It didn’t work very well, though. “I– I don’t even know what to say… Do you wanna make out,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “Cause if you wanna fraternize, we can take this to a whole other level.”
#watchingyourserenity#;main verse GTA#omfg#otp; without you#well since you are gonna tag them i might as well too???#owo
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RP starters: Concern.
“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
“Blood? Are you bleeding?”
“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
“I thought I would never see you again…”
“We should get you to hospital.”
“Where did all those bruises came from?”
“I have the right to be worried!”
“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
“Sleep at my place tonight.”
“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
“Please talk to me about it.”
“Let me take care of you.”
“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
“How many times have I told you to not go there?”
“You could’ve died, you know…”
“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“I’m your friend, of course I care!”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?”
“You’re not okay.”
“I’m just trying to help you.”
“Let me clean your wounds…”
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
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