Trooper Station | Saturday

[knife_bender]

Diego had not known chill a day in his life until he woke up this morning. Later he might find it unsettling but right now he didn't really care. Didn't really care about anything, really. He strolled into work a half hour late, ignored the paperwork on his desk and started messing around on his phone. He'd get around to the working stuff later. At some point. Maybe.

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had woken up in an uncharacteristically awful mood. Nothing had improved it -- not the workout she'd done (where she'd kicked a weight out of frustration and stubbed her toe), or the doughnut she'd eaten (it had been vaguely stale and not worth it, she felt) or even the pleasantly warm morning (which just reminded her that summer was coming and she was probably going to start being sweaty all the time, ugh.)

So when she made her way into the trooper station with her now-standard two cups of coffee, there might have been a touch of huffiness as she set one down on Diego's desk. "Black coffee. No whipped cream or anything, since you hate fun."

Which was a little mean by normal Annie standards, but she was also smarting a little from losing that race (and her whipped cream privileges) last week. Or, at least, she was now smarting about it again, since she was just kind of taking everything personally today.

[knife_bender]

"Hey, thanks," Diego said, picking up the coffee and taking a sip. "Tastes fine to me."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Your taste buds are probably warped," Annie informed him, flopping into a chair and crossing her arms like a sullen teenager. "Mine has stuff in it except I think they messed up and gave me toffee syrup instead of caramel, and just, like, God, how hard is it to get a drink right?"

On any other day, Annie would have just accepted it (and the toffee was actually kind of good?) but today it was just another in a list of things that were making today so stupid.

[knife_bender]

"Toffee's good," Diego said easily. "Better than nothing, right?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That's not the point, Diego," Annie replied with a huff, rolling her eyes. "It's not what I ordered. I just, like, feel like the universe is conspiring against me today."

Because of all these terrible -- terrible -- things that were happening to her, and not at all because of her own shitty attitude towards everything today.

[knife_bender]

"Oh I'm sure it's not," he said, leaning back into his chair. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. You'll feel better."

She really wouldn't, Diego.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie actually did blow out a slow, clearly-irritated breath, but didn't relax at all. If anything, her shoulders actually tensed up more. "This is dumb," she decided, because it was easier to be angry than to try not to be, today. "And I don't feel better. Kind of more annoyed now, actually."

[knife_bender]

Diego shrugged as if to say 'well, I tried'. "There's always yoga to relax."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"What's wrong with you?" The Diego she knew and loved would never suggest yoga. (Unless it was a ploy to get her to put on leggings, anyway.) "Did someone give you drugs? What's this? What's going on here?"

Oh, good, Annie, get accusatory because he's not irrationally angry. That makes sense.

[knife_bender]

"I didn't do drugs." At least not to his knowledge. "I don't know, I'm just having a good day, that's all."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well, I'm glad you're having a good day," Annie said begrudgingly, sounding more sarcastic than glad about it despite her intention -- even if she was having the worst day ever, some part of her was vaguely happy to see him so relaxed.

Though, honestly, that was just kind of another source of irritation, in a way. "Even if it's, like, not fair at all." Annie's sense of fairness was pretty interestingly-tuned today.

[knife_bender]

"Has your day really been that bad?" he asked. "It's just one messed up coffee order."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"No, also the doughnut I ate wasn't great," it was merely sort of fine, "and I hurt my foot working out, and I think I slept weird," Annie told him plaintively. "Today sucks. But at least it's not hitting you."

None of those things was that bad. But at least Annie managed to sound a little more genuinely pleased about him being unaffected. "This is a good look for you," she added, gesturing vaguely towards him. "Just, like, relaxed." Even if it was sort of annoying, but what wasn't annoying today?

[apocalypsehow]

"Hey," Five said, teleporting in to have a seat at someone's desk. It was Danny's. It was definitely Danny's.

[knife_bender]

You'd be able to tell it was Danny's if one of the desk drawers was completely torn off. Annie had been having a day.

"Hey, man." Diego's legs were propped up on his desk at this point. "Want a cookie?"

They had been dropped on the floor but it's okay, Diego got them before the five second rule was breeched.

[apocalypsehow]

"Thanks," Five said, perking up at the offer. "This desk is broken,"

In case Diego didn't know.

[knife_bender]

"Yeah, Annie's having a bad day," Diego said, throwing a cookie over at Five. Truly, the world would be a better place if Diego used his powers to throw cookies instead of knives.

[apocalypsehow]

After all this, it would probably be very weird that Five looked moderately concerned about that. Which was infinitely more than he normally was.

But still a mellow level of it.

"I love these cookies."

[knife_bender]

"Thanks, I didn't buy them." Which made them taste even better, really. "How are you?"

That might have been the first time Diego had ever asked Five that.

[apocalypsehow]

"I'm good," Five said, biting into the coffee without any suspicion at all. "It's a good day."

WHAT EVEN.

[knife_bender]

"It is a good day," Diego agreed. "I'm glad someone else agrees with me. Everybody else around here is in a mood."

[apocalypsehow]

"Why? Today's been great." He had multiple cookies!

[knife_bender]

"Who knows?" Diego said with a shrug. "Annie thought I was on drugs."

[apocalypsehow]

Five shrugged as he ate his cookie. "I'm not on drugs."

[knife_bender]

"Me either," he said. "But if this is what drugs feels like I can see what Klaus has been doing this whole time."