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Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

After two weekends free of his fortunate (or unfortunate, it depended entirely on how sane you were) state of employment, Reno was more than happy to make himself right at home in the somewhat abused office of Sam and Max: Freelance Police HQ.

He'd already fed the fish- the current Vice-President of America who he was convinced was out to kill him, and had moved on to his favorite on-duty pastime ever.

Tormenting the weird dude who lived in the closet.

Today's sport: Ping-Pong with Leonard. The hollow clunks that the ball made every time it bounced off of the guy's forehead were absolutely fascinating.

The Freelance Police HQ was open for business!

Kind of!

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You know you want to!

YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.

The phone. It is indeed ringing.

As it stood, Reno was new to this whole "Answering The Phone" business while working for the particular Canine and Lapine duo to whom the phone actually belonged.

Which was, perhaps, why his "I got it," as he made his way toward the desk was far more laid-back than perhaps it ought to be.

Poor schmuck had no idea.

[To be played more rapid-fire, I think, when Sam and Max join us online? :) ]

Sam was lured down to the office by the siren call of the telephone ringing, Max hot on his heels, and --

What the hell did the new kid think he was doing!? That phone was his.

Common sense dictated that Sam couldn't just go around shooting at his employees*, so he did the next best thing.

He hurled the gun at Reno's head.

*Even though he frequently did that, anyway. Especially with Triela.

Yeah, Reno was pretty sure that the clonk of the gun against the back of his head wasn't anywhere in his contract. But then, he didn't remember reading the contract thoroughly in the first place.

Had there even been a contract?

"The hell?" Reno blinked at the gun, and then at the phone, and then at his bosses.

And he picked up the pace.

"I said I got it, zoto!"

Sam was distracted! TODAY WAS HIS DAY!!!

Max dove though Sam's legs, rolled, and grabbed at Reno. He could get an extra boost of speed by propelling himself off Reno's leg, if Reno didn't a) move, or b) fight back. "I got it! I GOT IT!!! I GOT IT!!!"

"In your dreams, fuzzy!"

Reno was bent on getting the phone, now. "You hired me to get the freakin' phone, I'm gonna get the freakin' phone!"

And on that note, he went into a barrel-roll toward the desk. ALMOST THERE.

It would be a frosty-cold day in hell before Sam let Max answer the phone. (No, really. Ice cream trucks were involved.) And now there was an interloper trying for it, just because Sam and Max had hired him to do that! The nerve!

This? This meant war.

Unfortunately, he'd already thrown his gun, which meant he couldn't start firing wildly at either of them. He'd have to remember that, for next time.

So instead, Sam was going to dive forward, grab Max by the scruff of his neck, and hurl him at Reno. Two birds, one stone, and a ringing telephone!

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Who is deciding that Ping Pong was always intended to be a full-contact sport.

She had promised to do it weeks ago, really, but Dōjima had gotten caught up in the holidays and totally forgotten.

Which is why she was here, now, with two boxes of donuts, two coffees, and some beef jerky. Since fish probably didn't eat donuts.

They might not eat jerky, either, but at least she could say she tried.

"Ohaiyo!" she yelled, kicking at the door with her food. "Hey, Red, open up! It's the Donut Fairy!"

The ball went ping! off of Leonard's forehead one more time before Reno made his way toward the door to let his company in.

When company came bearing food, it was a bad idea to make them wait out there for too long, after all.

"Yo, Dōji!" He was already making a grab at the coffee. "How's things? Been a while, yo!"

"Things are pretty good. I hear you had a camping adventure," she replied, more than happy to hand over the drink. "And something about baby chickens?"

Mmmm, coffee.

"Yeah, we spent a week out in the Thunder Plains, on Rikku's world. Freakin' awesome place, Doji. Constant storms." He cracked a lopsided grin before taking a mouthful of coffee. "I kinda wanna go back just to be there, you know? And the last few days we spent on Gaia again, hikin' from this place called Kalm off to the chocobo farm. I still don't really know what this Christmas thing is supposed to be about, but Rikku gave me the most freakin' kickass sky-thing for it, so I retaliated."

A pause.

"With a baby ridin'-turkey. You seen a baby chocobo before, yo."

"They're very cute, those baby chocobos." Yurika set the boxes down on one of the desks and grinned at him. "Although giving Rikku a pet chicken isn't going to make us forget about your avian adventures, you know."

That earned a bit of a smirk.

"That's why this one is stayin' with the breeder, back on Gaia." A pause. "Hers and mine both. Not that I know what the hell I'm doin' with a chocobo. Just kinda seemed like it'd be a good idea, at the time. Get two. Complete the set."

A pause.

"They're blue, yo."

"Ano, so you got the blue birds of happiness?" she teased, giving him a genuine smile. "Gimmie your phone, I wanna see if you got a good picture of Rikku covered in baby birds."

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SAMANDMAX!

OOC!