It's the first thought in Russell's head and it just about pops out of his mouth, too, but he bites down hard enough on his lower lip that it hurts and manages to keep his opinion to himself. Back in Ogden Marsh that stuff never mattered. Everyone he'd ever dealt with as a cop had known him since he was a kid anyway, so when he cursed a blue streak, no one even blinked. But here in Darrow it's different. Even after years here he has trouble remembering that sometimes.
"No sign of forced entry, but we're gonna have to check out the doors and windows anyway," Russell says when he thinks he's regained his composure enough not to comment on how damn ugly that cat is. Why anyone would want to take that thing is beyond him, it looks like it'd sooner scratch someone's face off than snuggle them. And for a cat who's very name proclaims he's a snuggler, he figures that's sort of important, but then again, he'd never been great at naming animals. His dog growing up at been named Bark and the cat he'd gotten during his year away had college had simply been called The Grey One most of the time. Pets are great, he loves pets and thinks he'd really like to get a dog for Jamie eventually, but he's just not the most creative guy on the block. He figures when the time comes, Jamie and Katie can name the puppy and he'll be satisfied with whatever they choose. As long as it's not something like Admiral Snuggles.
"What about a security system?" he asks, glancing at Denise and then at Reid, even though he's kind of afraid that if he looks at his temporary partner he's going to lose his shit and start laughing over the grumpy cat with the fucked up hair. Somehow he manages to keep his composure as he looks away again, trying to see if they have an alarm set up. "Cameras? Alarm? Anything like that?"
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It's the first thought in Russell's head and it just about pops out of his mouth, too, but he bites down hard enough on his lower lip that it hurts and manages to keep his opinion to himself. Back in Ogden Marsh that stuff never mattered. Everyone he'd ever dealt with as a cop had known him since he was a kid anyway, so when he cursed a blue streak, no one even blinked. But here in Darrow it's different. Even after years here he has trouble remembering that sometimes.
"No sign of forced entry, but we're gonna have to check out the doors and windows anyway," Russell says when he thinks he's regained his composure enough not to comment on how damn ugly that cat is. Why anyone would want to take that thing is beyond him, it looks like it'd sooner scratch someone's face off than snuggle them. And for a cat who's very name proclaims he's a snuggler, he figures that's sort of important, but then again, he'd never been great at naming animals. His dog growing up at been named Bark and the cat he'd gotten during his year away had college had simply been called The Grey One most of the time. Pets are great, he loves pets and thinks he'd really like to get a dog for Jamie eventually, but he's just not the most creative guy on the block. He figures when the time comes, Jamie and Katie can name the puppy and he'll be satisfied with whatever they choose. As long as it's not something like Admiral Snuggles.
"What about a security system?" he asks, glancing at Denise and then at Reid, even though he's kind of afraid that if he looks at his temporary partner he's going to lose his shit and start laughing over the grumpy cat with the fucked up hair. Somehow he manages to keep his composure as he looks away again, trying to see if they have an alarm set up. "Cameras? Alarm? Anything like that?"