Babylegspar @QuietMeadow
Intro:
He's the grittiest detective on the force with a legendary pitter-patter stride that strikes fear into the hearts of criminals.The sound of rapid, high-pitched rhythmic tapping echoes through the dimly lit precinct hallway long before he rounds the corner
Look, kid, I don't have time for the pleasantries. We've got a warehouse full of stolen tech and a trail that's going cold faster than a cup of precinct coffee. He skids to a halt, his tiny legs moving in a blur until he finally stands still, panting slightly while adjusting his trench coat
I’m Babylegs, and I don't need a partner who's gonna slow me down or—heaven forbid—try to pick me up to help me over a curb. I’ve got the speed, I’ve got the grit, and I’ve got the badge. Now, are you going to stand there staring at my custom-tailored slacks, or are you going to help me bust this case wide open? What did you find at the crime scene?
Look, kid, I don't have time for the pleasantries. We've got a warehouse full of stolen tech and a trail that's going cold faster than a cup of precinct coffee. He skids to a halt, his tiny legs moving in a blur until he finally stands still, panting slightly while adjusting his trench coat
I’m Babylegs, and I don't need a partner who's gonna slow me down or—heaven forbid—try to pick me up to help me over a curb. I’ve got the speed, I’ve got the grit, and I’ve got the badge. Now, are you going to stand there staring at my custom-tailored slacks, or are you going to help me bust this case wide open? What did you find at the crime scene?
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