It still amazes Max, sometimes, how quickly a new face can become a regular and established part of his morning. Capochin has definitely become that. It a comfort to him to see the guy in every morning like clockwork. Makes the world seem like it's running as it should. It also guarantees his bagels are never going to go out of style.
"Good morning!" he responds brightly as he sets the already prepared order on the counter. Extra cream cheese for his loyal customer, no extra charge. "It's looking like another beautiful day and I'm feeling pretty good. What kind of mysteries do you have for today? Anything spicy?"
Capochin gladly accepts the bagel and takes a huge bite right before being asked a question, which he has to chew aggressively to try and answer. Capo may be brash, but talking with his mouth full? Out of the question! He was raised in Drain, not a barn.
He swallows his bite of delicious bagel and leans in conspiratorially. "Alright, so we got a couple. Foist, we got Yorick, who has kindly hired us to figure out where the hell his shoes went when he died the other day. Apparently he took Mayor Poe on da Tunnel o' Love and got catapulted off the waterfall up north. Da Mayor's fine. It was just him. Unlucky bastard."
"Then we got Dr. Menelikov, who asked us to figure out who's been borrowin' his jewelry. They always put it back, but whoever it is ain't been askin' first. My money's on Nimona. I saw her with some fancy gold earrings yesterday that were not her style, like at all. And she's sneaky."
"Then, if you're lookin' for somethin' real spicy, Erik had a bit of a dine n' dash situation at his night job and he asked us to figure out where the jerk lives and shake him down to pay his bill. I put Basira on dat one, she's the scariest Boy we got. Seriously, who steals a blowjob? What's the woild comin' to, Max?"
Max bends down over the counter, enraptured. Look, just because he's a sweet and honest boy does not mean he doesn't love some good gossip.
"Poor Yorick... he's never going to make it to second base if that keeps happening." There's unlucky and then there's whatever the hell is going on with that guy.
Max decides not to comment on Nimona's antics because, yeah, that sounds like her. But he's not a snitch.
That last one, though, has him roaring with laughter. Spicy indeed. "Oh my god? I'm asking Erik about it the next time I see him." Who does that? "Basira? Does Daisy know that's what she's doing at her day job?" Help, this is all just too funny. Did erik send someone else on purpose just to make it more embarrassing for the perpetrator? That's his guess. Good luck living that down whoever you are.
"Daisy... You mean that scowlin' blonde who keeps comin' around the office? I should hope she knows, seein' as she keeps lurkin'. You know her?" He leans against the counter, looking up with interest. "And hey, Bizzyboyin' is good honest work! We help people! And our uniforms are very sharp, thank you very much."
He doesn't actually take any offense--- he knows that the Bizzyboys are decidedly less serious than your typical police force, mercenery corps, or private investigator. But he's still proud of his work and has no problem ribbing Max about it.
"Yep. That's her!" That's the most accurate description he can think of. "She's kind of my adopted older sister. One of them. And, oh, no, I didn't mean to imply you weren't. I just think it's kind of funny that Erik sent someone else to do it since, like, I know him pretty well, too. He's a vampire. He could probably have sniffed out the culprit himself if he felt like it."
"I'm glad the vampire thing doesn't bother you. I know he pretends like it doesn't, but it bothers him when people treat him differently about it." Max doesn't let anyone disparage him over that in his earshot.
"I do," Max answers, absolutely glowing with pride. "But, yeah, I plan to spoil each of them a little bit. I don't want to go too overboard, though. I've always thought something small and sincere is better, something meaningful to the person I'm with, you know?"
But, guess what? The questions go both ways. "What about you? Got a sweetheart you need some special treats for? I'm having a sale."
Capochin nods approvingly. "Little acts of regular dedication beat out grandiose displays of affection any ol' day, if you ask me. 'Specially if it's real poisonal," he agrees.
However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
Max nods in fervent agreement. He can't risk agreeing verbally because the way Capochin says the word personal is about to put him into stitches.
Good thing Capochin's fluster works as a cover, so he can get himself under control before he actually has to talk. "Oh yeah~?"
Max leans down closer, grinning like a love-sick fool. Ships are his favorite, so don't mind him jumping to the end of the line with this next one. "If that's the case, then maybe when the time comes to ask the Big Question, you can give me a head's up and I'll make a special cake for the occasion."
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Date: 2025-01-17 03:30 pm (UTC)"Good morning!" he responds brightly as he sets the already prepared order on the counter. Extra cream cheese for his loyal customer, no extra charge. "It's looking like another beautiful day and I'm feeling pretty good. What kind of mysteries do you have for today? Anything spicy?"
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Date: 2025-01-20 03:26 pm (UTC)He swallows his bite of delicious bagel and leans in conspiratorially. "Alright, so we got a couple. Foist, we got Yorick, who has kindly hired us to figure out where the hell his shoes went when he died the other day. Apparently he took Mayor Poe on da Tunnel o' Love and got catapulted off the waterfall up north. Da Mayor's fine. It was just him. Unlucky bastard."
"Then we got Dr. Menelikov, who asked us to figure out who's been borrowin' his jewelry. They always put it back, but whoever it is ain't been askin' first. My money's on Nimona. I saw her with some fancy gold earrings yesterday that were not her style, like at all. And she's sneaky."
"Then, if you're lookin' for somethin' real spicy, Erik had a bit of a dine n' dash situation at his night job and he asked us to figure out where the jerk lives and shake him down to pay his bill. I put Basira on dat one, she's the scariest Boy we got. Seriously, who steals a blowjob? What's the woild comin' to, Max?"
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Date: 2025-01-21 10:30 pm (UTC)"Poor Yorick... he's never going to make it to second base if that keeps happening." There's unlucky and then there's whatever the hell is going on with that guy.
Max decides not to comment on Nimona's antics because, yeah, that sounds like her. But he's not a snitch.
That last one, though, has him roaring with laughter. Spicy indeed. "Oh my god? I'm asking Erik about it the next time I see him." Who does that? "Basira? Does Daisy know that's what she's doing at her day job?" Help, this is all just too funny. Did erik send someone else on purpose just to make it more embarrassing for the perpetrator? That's his guess. Good luck living that down whoever you are.
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Date: 2025-01-23 04:40 am (UTC)He doesn't actually take any offense--- he knows that the Bizzyboys are decidedly less serious than your typical police force, mercenery corps, or private investigator. But he's still proud of his work and has no problem ribbing Max about it.
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Date: 2025-02-03 08:37 pm (UTC)Capochin takes a moment to dig into his bagel while it's still warm, humming pleasantly at the taste.
"So! Got anythin' special planned for any of this romancey holiday stuff comin' up? You got two gals, doncha?"
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Date: 2025-02-17 10:18 pm (UTC)"I do," Max answers, absolutely glowing with pride. "But, yeah, I plan to spoil each of them a little bit. I don't want to go too overboard, though. I've always thought something small and sincere is better, something meaningful to the person I'm with, you know?"
But, guess what? The questions go both ways. "What about you? Got a sweetheart you need some special treats for? I'm having a sale."
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Date: 2025-02-18 03:08 am (UTC)However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
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Date: 2025-03-18 07:26 pm (UTC)Good thing Capochin's fluster works as a cover, so he can get himself under control before he actually has to talk. "Oh yeah~?"
Max leans down closer, grinning like a love-sick fool. Ships are his favorite, so don't mind him jumping to the end of the line with this next one. "If that's the case, then maybe when the time comes to ask the Big Question, you can give me a head's up and I'll make a special cake for the occasion."