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The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (12/15)

The snowflakes all seemed to be missing Steph so far today, for some reason or another. Maybe it was just luck, or maybe it had to do with the fact that they seemed to be drawn to Saffron instead?

Though, to be fair, they weren't exactly making Saffron act out of the ordinary.

Which, Steph decided, made complete and total sense.

Well, so far this week's weirdness seemed pretty run-of-the mill... right?

[OOC: Still sick, so I'll be a bit slow but I'll be around. Open!]

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A visit from Detective Watts was totally run-of-the-mill for a Thursday. Less so was the state he was in: bloodied nose, split lip, and wild-eyed. Also perhaps most noticeably? Sans hat.

"Miss Gingrich," he managed, stumbling inside and leaning heavily against the shop counter. "I could- " use some help, he wanted to say, but couldn't quite manage to get out.

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"Watts?"

Steph's voice was sharp with alarm, and she immediately ran over to make sure the door was shut -- Little Bot beat her to it in the end but she still had to check -- and then see to him.

"Holy shit, what happened? Are you --" Well, no, he clearly wasn't okay. Vague comparisons to Alex stumbling into the Black Lantern after Jed tried to kill her had Steph's mouth a little dry as she asked, "Who did this? Do we need to get you to the clinic?"

“Clinic?” Watts echoed. “Do I- does it really look that bad?” he asked. He’d really rather avoid the clinic if at all possible, to be honest.

After a moment or two to process, no, it didn't actually look that bad, Steph had to concede.

"Not really, thank god," she said, and ducked behind the front counter for the first aid kit and a box of tissues. "But -- how? Who did this to you?"

“Detective Edwards,” Watts told her. “Which- I don’t understand? How he’s here?”

"Like, someone you know from home? It's not even Parents' Weekend or anything." Steph spread her hands and shrugged broadly. "And why the fuck would he go after you?"

“He- doesn’t care for… ‘my kind’, Watts told her. “I don’t- I’m not sure how he got here? But he was dressed very strangely? All in denim?” Sure, Watts, focus on that and not the fact that he kicked the shit out of you.

"Is denim even that much of a thing in your time?" Steph managed to squeeze open one of the cold packs from the first aid kit and handed it to him, frowning slightly.

"Wait. Back up. He doesn't care for your kind?"

Had you ever really heard Steph pissed off before, Watts? Because Steph definitely sounded pissed off now.

Watts gave her a grateful nod, hissing in a sharp breath as he held the cold pack up to his face.

“Mmm,” he affirmed. “In addition to having it out for me specifically, apparently.”

"Where is he? Don't care how he's here, I'll kick his ass myself," Steph said through her teeth. Which -- still not her strong point, no, but at least Vi had been teaching her how to hit things without breaking her own hand in the process?

“I’m not sure,” Watts admitted. “I just ran,” he added, more than a little embarrassed because other than the single kick he’d managed to get in, he hadn’t really fought back at all.

Steph’s offer to kick Edwards’s ass on his behalf, though, had him feeling oddly grateful.

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It was the thought that counted, right? Because the reality would probably not play out quite as nicely.

Steph gave him a lopsided smile. "Honestly? Just as long as you're okay, that's the important part. You're not like... internally bleeding or anything, are you?"

“I do not believe so,” Watts said. Of course there was no way to really know without a clinic trip, but that wasn’t happening.

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"Hey." Did Vi always lean in the doorway with this much swagger, or had a stray snowflake convinced her nothing would brighten Steph's day more than a visit from her awesome self.

Did it actually make all that much of a difference?

The main difference it would make was just in the amount of shit Steph would give her for it afterward. Because, like. It wasn't like said hypothetical snowflake would have been wrong about that, especially given the way Steph's entire face lit up seeing her.

"Hey, you. Day made, now."

If Vi's return grin seemed especially pleased, well, she deserved the best girlfriend. "And I haven't even done anything yet."

As it just so happened Steph agreed that Vi deserved the best! That worked out nicely.

"You're here," she said, reaching out to grab Vi's hand. "That's just an automatic improvement."

So far this whole snowflake business was going great.

Vi curled her fingers through Steph's, dropping the bag of takeout she'd been bringing over on the counter and stepping into Steph's space. "I can think of a few other ways I can improve your day."

"Only a few?" Steph asked archly, none too subtly tugging Vi further into her personal space. "Because I can think of a lot."

Vi leaned in to kiss her. "Guess I can make your day a while lot better then," she said, free hand resting on Steph's waist.

"You better, if you're gonna talk that big a game about it," Steph retorted easily, reaching up to curl an arm around her neck.

"I wasn't planning on doing all that much talking," if Steph knew what she meant, and Vi was pretty sure she did. "Much better things to do with my mouth."

Eh. They could always reheat lunch. This was exactly why there was a microwave in the office.

"Oooh, my smartass hero," Steph said affectionately, and nipped playfully at her lip. "Here to rescue me from an ordinary --" mostly -- "work day with the power of sexy overconfidence."

And Vi would be pretty hungry after she finished eating. *cough*

"It's not overconfidence when it works," she said, nuzzling along Steph's jaw.

That was always the case when they had... breakfast together, so why wouldn't it be the case now too?

"But you keep pointing it out, though," Steph retorted, sort of trying to shuffle them toward the office as Saffron made a disgusted noise.