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WHAT in person
WHERE out by the woods
WHEN 17

[Hallelujah, it's raining.

So it's probably good that in the last twenty four hours a small set up has gone up near the woods. It's kind of chumpy tbh, a tarp tied up in trees with a ten foot gundam parked under it, a rocking lawn chair, an unrolled sleeping bag. No even actual tent, but it's keeping the light summer rain off just fine.

Orga is cooking in a tin pot over a small 'campfire' produced via a stove in a can.

Someone figured out how to use the phones, and youtube is cycling through some classic rock.

It's very homey.

Feel free to assume you have been waved over to say hello, get out of the rain, or whatever.]

This isn't going to be anything like Atra's cooking...

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[wow it's been a while since someone's cold read McCree like that. You can just see his hackles raise, body tensed and dangerous, right hand falling to where a holster would be at his hip before he tries to play it off with an aborted gesture]

Now I don't know what you're doing going off like that but seems to me like it ain't none of your damn business.

[...yikes?!]

...

I'm right though.

You want a prize?

[he says it like a threat, maybe it is one. there's probably old bloodstains on his serape and boots somewhere, a shift in his stance that's marked by years of CQC training, only a little unsteady from the booze on his breath]

Wow, you're clearly perfect for each other.

[he does take a step back, though. if McCree wanted to scare him, it evidently worked, but that doesn't seem to be a thing that shuts him up]

That ain't answering the question. Who're you?

[Relaxing a little with Orga's intervention and now that he's had time to size Shawn up, but he's still obviously jumpy and uncomfortable at how he's being read]

Shawn Spencer, lead psychic with the Santa Barbara PD.

[doing some ridiculous flourish as he announces himself]

[just gives him a dubious look, more of that tension slipping away as he puts the relation together]

Huh, the detective didn't mention you.

Of course he didn't.

[somewhat bitterly]

[McCree snorts softly]

Thought he said his ex was a woman.

His ex is a woman, I'm just the guy who keeps solving his cases.

Then what's it matter to you where he's staying or who he's finding company with?

Listen, you too would find it preoccupying if suddenly your psychic powers seemed to only pertain to that guy's personal life!

Sounds like a personal problem to me.

Is that not what I just said.

My point is, seeing things only works when you're looking for 'em. So I'd suggest you stop lookin'.

I actually cannot! And anyway, I don't have to be involved with him for him to be my business, so you and your line of reasoning can suck it.

Mind clearing the air on exactly what makes his bed partners your business?