Remember that post I made a while back about potential paranormal detective boyfriends Saul Graves/Robert? I decided to write something out, at least a proper set up for it, and if anyone likes it enough I’ll keep adding more. If not I’ll just write for myself and drop random little interaction pieces. 

“You must be Mr. Robert Small." 

"Oh, I can guarantee you that there’s nothing small about me.” Whatever flirtatious guise Robert had originally been going for is quickly ruined by his immediate loss against gravity. A result most likely due in part to the alcohol still running in Robert’s system and the handcuffs they’d found more than necessary to keep him in. 

The wet impact of a body hitting cement from eye level also sounds worse than it actually is. 

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