Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam still wasn't really feeling himself today, but he did have a job to do. The Trooper Station paperwork was never-ending, after all. The Troopers themselves had taken one look at him and immediately started walking on figurative eggshells, and literal tiptoe. As if that would somehow help.

(Liam had to admit, managing to walk on tiptoe in those boots was impressive, but he would've preferred if they'd just acted like their normal goddamn selves).

He sang quietly to himself as he started to sign off on the forms, mind drifting.

u ju
uji java
ujavi juvata
ujuvata

i üi
iüashimi iüasha

Something warm and soft pressed against his leg, startling him out of the fugue he'd nearly drifted in to, and he stared down first at the station cat, and then at the Incident Report he'd been filling in detailing James the raccoon's latest exploits. Perfectly legible and understandable...

If you read Eunoia.

Which no one on this island did.

"Damn it," he sighed, scrapping the whole thing and starting again.

[ooc: opennnn!]