𝐇arriet 𝐃e 𝐆uzman

A cult for symbiotes?… How did that happen?

Still chasing, unfortunately. As much as I want to retire these blades, there is always something that comes up.

Right…

Somehow my presence feels like it is making things more difficult for you.

I’m fine. I don’t have much of an appetite.

I also rather not shake things up or distract.

I just arrived.

How do you know what world number you live in?

Heard somebody’s handling things a little more than you now.

Same old. You?

Better not look in the mirror then.

A big red tarantula.

I can hear the tippy taps of big spider feet.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?
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“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Harriet narrowed her eyes at him.

"Anyway. I only found it an amusing fact... Mine is on the 31st."

“I still don’t have Facebook. Your little roommate told me.”

Heard your birthday was on the 30th of October, @thelawofwinter.bsky.social

Cracking her shoulders and back.

As the pizza spun to be heated for the next few minutes, it left the moment between them open. She eyed him and crossed her arms. Less to do with her patience, and more to do with the seriousness of the matter.

“Talk.”

“I rather have something to munch on with the water, thanks.”

Harriet eyed the glass.

“I may have drunk a night ago, but that is my quota for the next few weeks.”

She huffed and dusted her shoes on the mat before entering. Old habits die hard, even if partially.

“What do you have?”

Harriet sat on the dinner table, keeping her eyes on Edward.

She stayed by the doormat for a moment, watching her host move about.

“…I am one of the suspects, but you are going to tell me about this case.” She said.

“Are you sure you should?”

She should not be surprised other police were not keen on investigating.

“Couldn’t be me.” She knew he could not just take her word for it, though, as an officer of the law.

“Isaac was still alive five years ago, so I made sure I was under the radar.”

She scoffed as she took the seat next to his.

“Right… What’s a patrol officer doing investigating a crime scene outside of first response…”

Harriet dusted herself of some of the snow flicked at her from the shake.

“Are you heading this case or are you doing it in secret?”

Each foot slid onto the undisturbed snow, following the officer back to his vehicle.

“Fine.”

Harriet pushed herself up by her knees.

“Come on, buddy. Time to go home.” She nodded at Storm.

“And who was the cake cut this time?”

“And you think this case of yours is potentially my doing because?”

She looked over her shoulder, piercing green eyes looked into his icy blues.

“The bartender. I have a tab there.”

She looked up at the officer.

“Why?”

“No. I was in Queens.”

She further dusted the pile of snow behind the canine’s ears.

“Hey, buddy. Good morning.”

“I was at a bar and grill, enjoying food.”

She answered robotically in response. Harriet brushed off some snow from Storm’s face.

“Why do you ask?”

“Be a little more specific.”

She squatted down as she fished her phone out of her pocket. Harriet took a photo of the sleeping husky. Her new wallpaper.