Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Ray wasn't sleeping. Really.

He was just, uh, closing his eyes from time to time.

For protracted amounts of time.

It was totally working. Totally. "Turtles," he mumbled, curling into his chair. "Don't abuse the turtles, Fraser."

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[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"You really gonna patrol with the troopers on one?" Ray checked, "Hold on to their, uh, metal underpants."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"It's rhythm I've got none of, Sergeant," said Daisy. "Not balance."

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Well, there goes my afternoon," Ray said, leaning back in his seat.

Bored. Bored. So bored.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"I could always send a little extra paperwork your way," Daisy offered sweetly.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"No, I got plenty of paperwork," Ray retorted, "It ain't Paperwork Day, alright?"

Well, this was the Fandom PD. Every day was Paperwork Day.

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"...Every day is Paperwork Day, sir."

To be fair, Daisy really had tried her hardest not to say it, but it seemed to have been a force much bigger than she.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Not for me," Ray said, settling back in for easy sleeps. Yep. "Paperwork Day is at the end of the month."

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"Then I'll make sure to send plenty your way then, sir."