Trooper Station | Saturday

[knife_bender]

Diego was a little irritated with the fact that gunshots didn't just stop hurting after few days. Aside from the fact it was irritating it was also screwing with his training schedule. He kind of took out his frustration by making the troopers run extra laps this morning which was why Ralph pointedly skipped him while passing out the box of donuts he brought.

[Open]

Comments

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was fresh from her own training when she swung by the station today, two cups in hand. (Okay, fresh from training by way of getting coffee, same thing.) "How're we doing?" she greeted Diego, holding out a cup as her eyes immediately went to his injured shoulder.

Look, it had been a few days since he'd initially gotten hurt, and she had mostly backed off on the fussing, but she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd gotten carried away and done a bunch of pushups with the troopers this morning or something, either.

[knife_bender]

"Like I'm losing all of my muscle mass," he said, accepting the cup gratefully.

Be more dramatic, Diego.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You could do like, low impact stuff like pilates if you're really worried about it," Annie told him, perching on the edge of his desk. Because Diego was totally a pilates guy, sure. "Does that mean it's a bad time to tell you I got a new PR?

Just rub it in, Annie.

[knife_bender]

"Now that's just cruel," Diego said. "You are a cruel girlfriend."

[firstofitskind]

There really was nothing quite like hearing over the radio the other day that someone arrived home covered in blood. Specifically, their own. Not that Liam could say he was surprised; Fandom tended to attract a certain kind of person, after all.

That Diego was still choosing to come into work despite the fact that a fairly recent injury would be a perfectly reasonable excuse to call out was... also not surprising, actually.

“Heard you ran into some trouble the other day,” he commented in lieu of greeting.

[knife_bender]

"Those squirrels are really invasive," Diego said. "I just ran into some trouble in Baltimore. Danny and Steve's fault."

Just gonna make sure everybody knew that.

[firstofitskind]

Liam gave a huff of dry amusement. “They’re not getting in enough trouble on their own, now they’re spreading it around?”

Again: not surprised.

[knife_bender]

"Yep," Diego said. "It's nothing serious, bullet just grazed my arm."

It just hurt like a bitch. Of course that might had been the cauterizing that happened after.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Aw, Liam, if I'd known you were gonna be here I would have brought drinks for everyone," Annie said, holding up her cup in greeting. As it was, she kind of felt guilty for not bringing anything for the troopers, especially since she'd destroyed so many of the donuts last weekend.

Not even eaten: destroyed. It was amazing the station hadn't been taken over by ants, all things considered.

[firstofitskind]

“Nah,” Liam waved a hand. “If you’d brought one for me, you would’ve had to bring one for everyone, and I don’t know if you have enough hands for that.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"See, this is why I get jealous of telekinetic people," Annie told him with a tsk. "That's exactly the kind of thing I'm missing out on by not being able to move stuff with my mind."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was nosy not allowed to do his full workout yet, so he had excess energy to bring him into the office on a Saturday. "Howzit, Diego?" he asked as he came in.

[knife_bender]

"Oh, I'm great," Diego said. "Hey, you remember those guys that attacked us in Baltimore--that whole ice cream truck thing?"

Like anybody could forget that.

[grenadesandohana]

"I do," Steve said. "Did they find you again?"

[knife_bender]

"Good guess," Diego said. "Shot up the donut shop me and my brother were at."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You are taller than the last time I saw you," Annie greeted him with a smile.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve laughed. "And you are not covered in donut."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"The day is young, Steve," Annie told him sagely. "Though, you know, as I say that, I've probably had enough sprinkles for the rest of my life."

Her poor clothes. And sheets. And, like, most surfaces of her apartment.

[hatesparadise]

Well, since it was a Trooper Station party and all...

Danny had gotten the phone call from Baltimore PD about the whole thing at a donut shop and had somehow managed to assure them that no one here had been involved. But that was a lie. So there he was, checking in on Diego. Plus side, he brought cookies.

Look, insomnia baking was turning into a thing.

"Here," he said, dropping a plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of Diego in a surly fashion.

[knife_bender]

"Are these poisoned?" he asked.

[hatesparadise]

"Did you do something I would need to poison you for?" Danny countered. "No, they're cookies, you schmuck."

[knife_bender]

"I usually don't have people making cookies for me that aren't my mom," he said. "I'm right to be suspicious."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Are those for people who aren't convalescing?" asked Annie, who probably should just go home but she'd deadlifted almost a thousand pounds this morning and felt like she deserved some cookies, thank you.

[hatesparadise]

"I think your boyfriend will forgive you having some if he knows what's good for him," Danny replied easily.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Probably," Annie agreed, totally willing to risk it in the name of cookies. "Are these get-well-Diego cookies or just 'cause?"