12-24-2015, 12:39 AM
Oh, good Lord. This old fuck was gonna wring him out for niceties, wasn't he? He shut his eyes and breathed in deeply. Steve McArthur. Police Detective. Investigator of truth. Protector of the innocent (and those who didn't backtalk him). Homeless. Short on cash. Unpopular. Possibly...possibly, bafflingly pregnant.
He couldn't mess this up. He wiped the smile off his face, prepared to keep his voice low and quiet, and pretended he was at a job interview.
"I'm sorry, sir...I've had a terrible day is all." McArthur rubbed his arm deliberately, as if he were self-conscious. "I just got evicted, and I almost couldn't find a new place to work. But I shouldn't have thrown all my..." He pointed at his head, "mess at you. Let's try this again."
He didn't reach out for a handshake, instead looking the old man square in the eye. "My name is Steve McArthur. I'm looking for a place to live. If you're willing, then I would like to accept one of your vacancies. If you're not," he added with a finely crafted piece of 'humility', "then I'm sorry that I bothered you, and I hope you find other people that suit your requirements better."
He couldn't mess this up. He wiped the smile off his face, prepared to keep his voice low and quiet, and pretended he was at a job interview.
"I'm sorry, sir...I've had a terrible day is all." McArthur rubbed his arm deliberately, as if he were self-conscious. "I just got evicted, and I almost couldn't find a new place to work. But I shouldn't have thrown all my..." He pointed at his head, "mess at you. Let's try this again."
He didn't reach out for a handshake, instead looking the old man square in the eye. "My name is Steve McArthur. I'm looking for a place to live. If you're willing, then I would like to accept one of your vacancies. If you're not," he added with a finely crafted piece of 'humility', "then I'm sorry that I bothered you, and I hope you find other people that suit your requirements better."