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Irratino was dead. Well, he had been for a while now.
It was easy for a corpse to lay breathless and unmoving. It was hard to see logicos hard eyes on him every time. His song and dance barely changed, but it was difficult to not assure logico he was still fine, not gone again, staying, anything to stop that steely revenge glare from haunting him. Feeling two warm fingers on his neck, Irratino remembered he didn’t need to fake a shiver. Just lay there, Not that a pulse would appear. There hadn’t been one in ages, and it was more and more prevalent as he began to fade. Something was keeping him here, however. Unrotting, but alive. Unwilling, or unable, to die.
Maybe the occult did help. Maybe a protection spell. He’s still happy to be here. Another Sunday gone and went was another Sunday not spent rotting, after all. It got hard to look in the mirror sometimes. Sunken eyes, yellowing teeth, unexplainable bruises, It was illogical (not that he hadn’t experienced that before) but frustrating. It was easy to lose his face to history with upkeep being so difficult.
Irratino was barely sure he had blood anymore, if not sludge that barely allowed his muscles to persist. Not moving felt good but after so much could he get up again? Maybe if Irratino laid in a field he’d rot this time. What was another decade lost? It wasn’t uncommon for the institutes head to go on extended vacations, especially now with his something more.
“It was Officer Copper with the Lawyer in the Theatre!”
Right. His something more.
Another Sunday well spent, even if Irratino was proved wrong. But he knew the esoteric would win over logic eventually.
Lapses in consciousness weren’t uncommon for him.After all, he’s still a walking corpse. He was surprised his brain didn’t rot, as it barely registered events as they happened. Irratino often forgot things he considered to mundane, but this included things he still wanted to know. He missed remembering those small conversations. He missed talking with logico as they walked and knowing what he said. As they went to their Sunday plans, The next time irratino came to, he was at a restaurant.
Mediocre Linguine was nothing new to the Deductive and inspector. Granted, Logico was used to scraping by and Irratino couldn’t taste well anymore, but it was always upsetting to have anything less than what he thought Logico deserved. He works so hard and barely got a break in retirement, so something nice was deserved for him.
“Another place to cross off the list?” Irratino looked at Logico. He was easy to stare at sometimes. He looked so..edible
“Not yet. They have some stuffed shells I’d like to try before stopping. Linguine doesn’t dictate all of the options available to us.”
“Meh. It can, if one pasta is bad it’s easy to assume about the rest.”
“You know what they say about assuming-“
“Yes, yes, I know. I think about your ass often enough.” Irratino watched logico flush and smiled. He wished he could give Logico a similar satisfaction, of seeing your beloveds reaction to such honeyed flirts. But he remains here. And will remain here.
Unrotting.