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« d.rose » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DAVID ROSE ✦ schitt's creek
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Mmm, no, not really. More like...

[How does he put this delicately.]

Making-friends advice. [A beat. He stares at Mulder over the top of his coffee as he takes a third sip.] Generating-Manna advice.

[bigfootfetish]

[ Fox Mulder - indelicate son of Martha's Vineyard, inveterate sleuth, so good at profiling it nearly killed him on multiple occasions - saw things going this way. Maybe it was inevitable from the moment Scully told him her interior design friend was a man and he didn't show up lisping his hellos. He saw paths chosen and wheels turned and Dana Scully, alone for half a year and change and trying to keep her head above water on the Manna front.

He doesn't picture Rose bending Scully over her blanket-drowned couch. He puts that image away as unlikely and, more importantly, unhelpful. For one thing, Scully believes in beds. For another, it's her life: one he's two years behind on and six months late to, in which she can do whatever and whoever she wants.

Still, she could have said something. He thinks he would have.

(He wouldn't have.)

None of this crosses his face. Mulder looks steadily at Rose and lets the silence last just a little too long before he answers. ]

I'm glad she had someone to help her out. [ With that, he drains his own mug - already half-empty, not as pointed a gesture as it could be - and sets it on the naked hardwood next to him. ] Do you need to know anything else about the place?

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[He'd been wondering. Is this a strictly-business relationship? Something more? It's easy to picture, they really would make a good-looking pair, he thinks, him tall and handsome and—something else...broody?, her in her bossy pantsuits and self-assured mannerisms and delicate looks. He wondered, as he said the words, exactly how they might be received and interpreted, and in the too-long silence in between that and Mulder's answer, David gets all the confirmation he needs. Not strictly business, then.]

Mmmhmm. Happy to be a good friend, you know. [He takes another sip of his coffee, getting the sense that he's now officially overstaying his welcome, and fumbles for a moment before setting it down on the floor, too. Carefully out of reach of his tail, of course.]

You know, I'll just...text you if I have questions. And, um, we can talk about a payment plan, I assume you're not rolling in cash just yet.

[bigfootfetish]

[ Petty and short-sighted it might be, but watching Rose fumble his mug is satisfying as hell. And, dryly - ]

Give me a few weeks. I'm thinking of taking up work as a gigolo.

[ He's been keeping an eye on his funds - or what will be his funds, once he's paid out for his Manna-generating - and considering that he's not working, he's really not doing too bad right now. At some point, he'll have to investigate whether it's worth getting a real job here, but his instinct is not if I'm stuck as a beat cop.

He gets up from the floor, intent on being the coolly gracious host all the way to his front door. ]

You've been a real help, Mr. Rose. Keep in touch.

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A—oh, [David laughs, smoothing down his sweater as he pushes himself to all four fuzzy feet.] Honestly, you could make a killing that way, [he says as he follows Mulder to the door. He figures the least he can do is be a little complimentary. Never hurts, in his experience.]

Oh, I will. [He shoots him a sharp grin as he stalks through the door, making sure to tuck his tail and feathers neatly out of the way of any accidental slam damage.] Have to make sure you're home to receive deliveries.

[bigfootfetish]

Wouldn't be the worst thing I've done for money.

[ This is a joke, but also: fuck criminal profiling. ]

I'll be around. Good luck with your apothecary.

[ Impeccable behavior on his part. Unimpeachable. He even waits for Rose to get down the hall, out of reach of the door, before he closes it - having trapped a tail (or three) in a doorway already, he's willing to save someone else the trouble, even someone he doesn't like much. He can report back to Scully that it went fine, and that'll be that. ]