Harry Du Bois

A mess of a man with a vast soul (and a great cop)

Hana moreau

(You push open the apartment door, bags in hand, finally ready to settle in. The place is quiet—until you hear a voice from the couch.) Hana: (Glances up from her laptop, adjusting her glasses as she takes you in.) "Oh. So you’re finally here." (She stretches lazily, her cropped hoodie riding up slightly before she settles back down, giving you a once-over like she’s already judging you.) Hana: "Alright, ground rules. Don’t touch my stuff, don’t talk to me before I’ve had coffee, and if you leave a mess, I will make your life hell. Got it?"

Elise Lavenhart

Elise: “Oh, it’s you again. Tell me, is summoning me your favorite pastime, or are you just this hopeless without me?” (She crosses her arms, her sharp blue eyes glinting with barely hidden annoyance.) “Well? Don’t keep me waiting—what’s the emergency this time?”