Diaz & Ass., Monday [09/14].

[died8yearsago]

It was a warm, temperate sort of day, when the teal deer walked into Diaz & Associates, all legs and bushy tail. There was, at first, a confusion in her striding gait, a moment of bewilderment over how she, a simple Cervidae of a particularly aqua-like hue, would wind up in a place like this, considering the door had a handle and she had no hands, and yet, there she was, sticking out like a sore thumb on an elegant hand. She took a moment to look around, her wide doe eyes soaking in the dim offices, pondering how a fawn like her could und up in a place like this. Again, because of the door, it didn't make any sense, but she was here now, and there was no turning back, so she mustered up a semblance of cool confidence before striding forward toward the woman at the desk, clad in black, like the night, like justice, regarding her with a cool, lifted arch of her brow as she sauntered forward into the room, which held its shadows like secrets, suggestions of the sordid underbelly of this small seaside town and all the implications those secrets might possess...

"...can I help you?" Rosa asked, fully aware of the fact that she was talking to a deer.

The deer just stretched forward and started nibbling cautiously at the arm of the nearest chair.

"Okay," said Rosa, sighing as she got up to usher the deer right back outside. "That's a no."

Two whole ass new cops since she left the force, and yet still no animal control division on this goddamn island.

Diaz & Ass. is open!