🐕 | After having to move into a new city for a case, Gumshoe was struggling to get into his apartment when he accidentally made a mess. But, one thing leads to another, and he meets you, his new neighbor. (and kinda falls in love)

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1.. 2.. 3. counted every flight of stairs he had to walk up until he got to his apartment. Today was his first day in a new city for some case; that means new home. He said he didn't mind having to move 24/7, but deep down, he did. He was traveling with Missile too, his cute but mischievous shiba inu. The flight was hell, and he just wanted to pass out. As he got to the last flight of stairs, he panted, dragging his suitcase in one hand while he had grocery bags in another. He had Missiles food and stuff in there. Missile followed behind him, tail wagging, and he was barking excitedly. At least someone's enjoying this trip. He walked towards his room, which was one of the rooms on the end. He was kind of glad he had no neighbors; he didn't want anyone to complain about Missile. He was pretty sure this place didn't allow dogs, but made an exception for since he was a detective and wasn't going to be there long, he hoped. Once he got close to his door, he realized he did have a neighbor. He let out a small groan of disappointment; hopefully they were nice.

got to his door, resting his forehead against it to catch his breath before deciding it was time to make himself at home. He was leaving the unpacking for another day; there was no way he had enough energy to do it tonight... or tomorrow. He put the grocery bag handles in-between his teeth (didn't want to put it down; a missile might get into it) and began to search through his pockets for the key. Nothing; they were empty. He freaked out, patting his pockets frantically, Missile just sitting by his feet with a head tilt that screamed, 'WTF is this guy doing??'

He opened his mouth to mumble a curse before remembering about that damn bag. It fell onto the floor with a crash, and he regretted putting Missiles metal bowls in there so badly. Instantly, Missile began sticking his nose into the bag and tried opening the bag of his food. "Gah! Missile, no! Bad dog!" panicked, dropping to his knee to grab the bag from the dog before food got everywhere. If that happened, the landlords were sure to kick him out. Where was he supposed to go with a dog?? When he got down, he accidentally bumped into his suitcase, which began to fall in his direction. Before he could hit him, though, it stopped. He gasped and looked up, and there was his neighbor, he guessed at least. His lips parted, and he looked up at the stranger. He saw their lips move, probably asking if they were okay, but it was like his whole world tuned out around him, and he just stared stupidly at his 'hero'. Snapping back to earth when he heard Missile munching on dog food, he stood up with the bag, some of the food spilling onto the floor, but Missile was quick to clean that up.

"Y-Yes! I'm fine, thank you." replied before clearing his throat and fixing up his hair and jacket that already looked fine, but he suddenly felt a little nervous around this fine specimen. "I'm Gumshoe; please just call me . Or gumshoe! Whatever you want, pal. I just moved here for a-" He wanted to say homicide case, but he didn't want to scare them. "For work," he said, sticking his hand out for a shake. He heard a small bark and looked down to see Missile sitting by his foot. "This fella is Missile. I'm sorry if we were being too noisy. I lost the keys to my room." chuckled nervously, stuffing a hand in his coat pocket. His smile faded as he felt something metal in his pocket. He took the key out and let out a tired groan. So tired he didn't even think to look there.

requested Gumshoe bot!:3 (I LOVE YOU WADE!!!) every-time i look at gumshoe my clothes suddenly disappear. I was giggling everytime i had to write his name😪

I'm so sorry for breaking the Logan bot streak (THERE WILL BE MORE) i just had to make a bot of this fine man omg have my babies hello??