Wandering Around in November

[gadaboutdetective]

Who; Llewellyn and whoever!
What; November logs! (Open ones below the cut, closed ones in the comments!)
Where; The market, park, and all around
When; Mid to late November
Warnings; None but I will warn accordingly if something comes up!



There’s something to be said for the bustle of a market - Open to All

Between one job and the next, Llewellyn had found himself wandering the market with a pretzel in hand as he browsed the wares on various tables and through windows of smaller shops that had opened up over time.

It was quiet moments like this that reminded him of his world, in a way. If you tuned out the chocobos and other oddities, squinting just a little…

In many ways, it was better than his world, of course. Society was a little more relaxed here, for one. There were fewer things for him to hide. But he still felt out of place sometimes in other ways he couldn’t quite explain to people.

But there was something relaxing about moving from one table to the next, admiring the craftsmanship of one person’s work or chatting with another about what news or gossip there was to be heard while he bought a snack.

Llewellyn seemed to be on the lookout for something, though it was hard to say what at a glance. One might even wonder if Llewellyn knew what he was trying to find... But he was a bit caught up in some musings, brought on by the time of year. It was a complicated one for the detective, and he seemed intent upon keeping himself busy.

Sometimes Llewellyn would get so distracted with a thought or a conversation that, unsurprisingly, he’d almost bump into another person. “Oh- er… Pardon!” He uttered at one point, nearly walking into someone, only to awkwardly spin a little and lean around them instead. How he did so without falling over was something between extensive experience of almost walking into people and a small miracle.

Progress with a pupper at the park - Open to All

It was a brisk autumn afternoon at the park, leaves caught in breezes to fly through the air and eventually land to only be crunched underfoot. It had quickly become a favourite haunt of Llewellyn’s and his pup Pretzel alike. The open air, the space, the sounds of ducks or excited squirrels were pleasantly familiar. The man always felt far better outside than he ever did inside, often taking his casework on walks with him, even in his own world.

Today was not about work, though. Instead, he’d gathered up a few things from the apartment and hooked a leash to Pretzel’s collar. His intentions were to continue training his wrinkly companion, hiding toys and setting up trails for the dog to follow. He wanted to work the canine up to the point they could practice with people, hoping the dog would help with finding missing persons should such cases arise.

Of course, it had eventually devolved into tug-of-war games and Pretzel taking off at a run to burn off some energy or if another animal or person had caught his attention.

He was a sociable pup, good-natured and often confused over the idea that not everyone would want to be friends… So someone might be surprised by a dog tripping over their own ears to get to them to say hello.



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Closed to Ignis

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Llewellyn had eagerly been awaiting this opportunity, ever since speaking with Ignis the night of his friend’s wedding. The other man had expressed an interest in putting in a small garden, and, well… Llewellyn couldn’t help but offer his assistance with the project. He’d been working on his gardening skills for well over a year now, before arriving in this world and doubly so after Aerith gave him a job at her garden shop.

He was happy to help his friend, after all, and it would also give him a little more practice on planning one for when he was able to start his own one day… Something he found himself thinking about more often of late…

He’d gathered a couple of books on the arrangement of flowers and a notebook with some rough outlines of ideas he had for layouts. Then there was his book of preserved, pressed flowers to look at and suggest if Ignis needed any help with visualizing and pictures in books might not do. All of this was tucked carefully in his satchel… Well, carefully might’ve been a strong word. His organization skills were always a bit chaotic and messy, but it was still better than trying to carry it all around in his arms or in pockets.

Llewellyn wasn’t sure how much his friend would want to get into, considering the season, but he wanted to be prepared for anything. For the most part, he presumed a hot cup of coffee and an afternoon planning would be just what was needed to get ideas turned into more solid, helpful plans for the other man. It would be nice to catch up, and Ignis had promised recipes that might just be something Llewellyn could figure out how to prepare without setting things on fire.

Spotting Ignis as he neared where they agreed to meet, he offered a wave and a smile to his friend. “Hello, I uh- hope you haven’t been waiting long? Got a bit preoccupied with making sure Pretzel was settled. He’s been at my shoes again… Small apartments, as it turns out, do not make comfortable environments for growing canine companions.”

Closed to Rhy

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It was an odd day, really. It had started off as most of their days did when Llewellyn didn’t have anywhere to be. Slow to rise, content to tug his husband closer and try to go back to sleep until Pretzel inevitably made reasonable demands of them to rise and feed him.

But it shifted from there, as small thoughts nagged at the detective’s mind. It was getting colder every day, the mornings brisk and chilly… Thoughts turning to needing to get themselves some new wardrobe pieces for the weather, of course, but also to a small longing for a warm fire place to curl up in front of with Rhy. The mental image was cozy, and the distraction began there.

It wasn’t as though Llewellyn hadn’t already been thinking about the idea of their finding a place to live. Arriving in this world to find they were assigned different buildings to live in had been alarming after all. Even if they made it work, Llewellyn sleeping at Rhy’s apartment and just keeping some of his general clutter in the blue building… It was still not quite what either of them had in mind. Then Pretzel had come along, and a growing dog in an apartment became an interesting experience. Especially when someone got the zoomies…

So he’d been thinking about it for a long time, taking note of places his friend Ignis had given him addresses for, but… Finding himself entirely uncertain and a little lost. Then there were the complications that this world had thrown at them, and Llewellyn had been swept up in investigations that admittedly left him feeling well out of his depth… The idea had been tabled indefinitely.

But something in the change of the season, the vague ideas of things he realized might be nice, and the urge to move forward with their lives had made him sink into a more contemplative state. Not strange for him, but it was definitely noticeable as he moved about the shared space absentmindedly.

It was a funny realization for the man who had once admitted a scattered philosophical idea to Detective Murdoch, that one didn’t need a home when the mind was where one truly lived their lives. Something said by someone who had never really had a proper home. Something to make him feel better about what he often lost or could never have.

And yet… Now he had Rhy… They had each other, and the things that once seemed improbable dreams were actually possible. He had grown with the other, and he wanted to keep growing. Wanted to give Rhy more, wanted to find a place that was theirs… That felt right for them.

He was far more quiet than usual if Rhy were to take note, and his fussing had increased with embroidered handkerchiefs and their houseplants alike as he was lost in thought. He wanted to approach the subject, to get Rhy’s thoughts, but he admittedly wasn’t sure how… Even when he finally spoke up, something else popped out instead.

“I think someone needs a walk…” Whether it was him or Pretzel was hard to determine, the pup having been running around again… The answer was honestly both. Llewellyn’s head was always clearer when he was on the move. “What do you think, Rhy? Shall we take someone for a little stroll?”

Closed to Lauri-Ell

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The autumn had settled itself over the city, the curtain of evening was drawn earlier and earlier every day. Llewellyn was… Fussing a lot more in the evenings until everyone was home and settled. So getting lessons together for his friend had been an excellent way to put that excessive energy to good use.

He’d spent a lot of time thinking on it… Considering what had made learning easier for him, and what might make things easier for Lauri-Ell. Llewellyn wasn’t a hundred percent confident in his abilities, having never been in a position to teach someone else before… But he was hopeful to at least be a little helpful.

Plus, it would be nice to get to know his friend a little better, something planned rather than random encounters in passing, as had been most of their interactions thus far. It would be interesting to learn more about her. After all, she was from a very different world.

He’d picked up supplies through the week, paper that she could practice on, writing utensils, a few references he could find at the historium that would be good for her to follow... And a few novels that she could try reading for enjoyment, fiction that he had read and a few he hadn’t… Along with other things that might be interesting to the woman.

This, of course, included a typewriter borrowed from the Gullwing’s office. He’d carefully brought it to his apartment in the blue building and set up on a table for her to look at. The space made a decent enough meeting space considering it was largely used for storing things like files, notebooks, and odds and ends that he didn’t want to clutter the space he shared with Rhy in the red building. So perhaps it felt a little unlived in, but that was to be expected.

Pretzel was curled up on a cushion Llewellyn had put on the floor next to the table, though the wrinkly creature raised his head and let out a low woof that got Llewellyn’s attention. The dog’s ears had perked up as he sensed someone approaching the door to the apartment.

Dogs… Somehow, they always knew before anyone even knocked. “Hm…” Llewellyn tilted his head at the door, brows rising as he tried to decide if Pretzel was just hearing things or if he had company arriving. Checking his pocket watch, he moved for the door to check the hall outside.