http://sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-01-19 04:08 am

Freelance Police HQ [Monday]

After the phone weirdness of yesterday Triela wasn't sure she wanted to go to work where she had to answer the phone. Because, really, you never knew.

Then, of course, she'd realized just where she worked. It'd be par for the course.

Just for a change of pace, after she finished feeding the fish, Triela decided to look around. She hadn't done it yet, which she realized was pretty careless of her.

"..." she said as she opened the closet. "There's... a man in the closet." How had she not noticed this before?

Re: Talk to Triela

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Max poked his head in the office. "Oh, hey there. Do you have an oven I can blow up?"

Then he made faces at Leonard.

Re: Talk to Triela

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Max considered the question. "Well, I guess 'blow up' is sort of a euphemism for 'destroy in a violent but as-yet-unspecified manner', but... No, not really."

Then he blinked at Triela. "Don't think you're not still under arrest just because you're feeding Leonard," he told her. "Because you are."

Re: Talk to Triela

[identity profile] samnotmax.livejournal.com 2009-01-19 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's Leonard," Sam said cheerfully. He leaned against the doorway and nodded to the blonde girl. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite."

Re: Talk to Triela

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-01-20 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Max pulled a dog biscuit out of his desk and threw it at Leonard's forehead. There, duty done.

"He's also housetrained!" he contributed.