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fandomtownies2009-08-27 10:08 pm
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Freelance Police HQ - Thursday
Just about everything at home was packed up and ready to go. Murdock thought he'd have stuff to pack up here as well, but the reality was he didn't have anything at the office.
Unless you counted paper airplanes.
He really didn't feel as if he'd ever done much actual, you know, work, but he enjoyed it anyway.
"Are you going to miss me?" he asked Spatula, tapping lightly on the cooler's side. Spatula for his part, just looked like the foolish human should stop thumping on his house now, kthanx.
"Well, I'll miss you," he told the goldfish, then taking a seat behind a desk and making up two more paper airplanes. These ones had fancy paint jobs (if fancy was highlighter colors) and names written on the cockpits. Sam and Max.
Call it a going-away gift, if you will.
Unless you counted paper airplanes.
He really didn't feel as if he'd ever done much actual, you know, work, but he enjoyed it anyway.
"Are you going to miss me?" he asked Spatula, tapping lightly on the cooler's side. Spatula for his part, just looked like the foolish human should stop thumping on his house now, kthanx.
"Well, I'll miss you," he told the goldfish, then taking a seat behind a desk and making up two more paper airplanes. These ones had fancy paint jobs (if fancy was highlighter colors) and names written on the cockpits. Sam and Max.
Call it a going-away gift, if you will.