Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

The raccoon with the briefcase was back. No, he didn't have any clients currently in the lockup, but he was going around the station, gathering statements from the Troopers.

Apparently they were character witnesses in a discrimination lawsuit involving the crab from the clinic.

This island, seriously.

Anyway, the Trooper Station was open.

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven came in at the usual lunchtime carrying two bags with him. He did stop, briefly thrown by the raccoon. But really for him the question wasn't the sentient raccoon so much as that it was rather short as sentient animal-shaped things went in Steven's experience.

It was clearly working, though, so Steven tried not to interrupt as he made his way to Llewellyn's office. Luckily the door was open, since Steven's hands were full. "Hello, you. Ready to eat?"

[pocketpretzels]

Keith the business (and part-time lawyer) raccoon was not short. He was perfectly average height! For a raccoon.

"Hello, you," Watts swept aside the papers scattered across the desk to make room for lunch. "Absolutely ready to eat."

[hasaknightjob]

No offense meant to Keith! Steven's basis of comparison was beings nine feet high. Pretty much only Sidon could compare.

Steven smiled when he saw Llewellyn clear the space. He used his foot to close the door behind him for privacy. "Excellent. I brought food, so that works out well far as the timing. How are you? Did you have a good night?"

[pocketpretzels]

Watts nodded. “I talked to M- Annie at the pub last night. It was nice to have a chance to catch up.”

[hasaknightjob]

"It was nice having a chance to catch up with her on Wednesday," Steven said. "Can't believe how long it's been since I've seen her. Before Miami and all!"

Steven put the bags down on the desk then gave Llewellyn a hopeful look, given that the door was closed. "Can I say a proper hello?"

[pocketpretzels]

“I would be disappointed if you did not,” Watts said, already standing up and reaching to pull him close.

[hasaknightjob]

Oh, it was to be a proper proper hello then. Steven was more than all right with that. He wrapped his arms around Llewellyn's shoulders to hold him near as they kissed.

[pocketpretzels]

It had been a whole day since they’d seen each other last! A proper proper hello was clearly the only way to go, here.

[hasaknightjob]

Clearly! As Steven certainly took his time before pulling back enough to say, "I missed you."

Really it was more than a day, all told. It was amazing they survived.

[pocketpretzels]

“And I you,” Watts murmured, fingers ghosting across Steven’s cheekbone.

[hasaknightjob]

"Your day gone all right?" Steven asked, looking him over. "So far?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Quiet,” Watts said, a little bemused by the once-over. “You?”

[hasaknightjob]

"Busy," Steven said. He might have had a nervous smile there that he was unsuccessfully trying to hide. To help with that, he asked another pressing question. "'Annie'?"

[meepmeepmeep]

Did you ask for a Muppet in a white sweater and a green tam o' shanter to come into your place of business? Did anyone?

And where was that piano music coming from?

"Meep meep mee mee--"

Enjoy Danny Boy, at least until Beaker bursts into tears at the finale!

[hasaknightjob]

Did the Muppet happen to come at any time close to lunchtime? In which case Steven would applaud the performance and look for a place to give a tip, as one should for any street performer. Or place of business performer, as the case may be.

[meepmeepmeep]

He certainly could have been! And tips were very appreciated! His efforts normally led to explosions and clinic trips and things on fire, not money.

Money was so much better! "Meep mee!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Very well done!" Steven told him. Then, to any Troopers watching as well, oh so politely as though surely any delay here was absentmindedness, "Don't forget the tip."

Steven gave Beaker a wink to show he had his back here. Yes, he'd never met Beaker before but that hardly mattered. No performer was going without if Steven had anything to say about it.

In the meanwhile, "Mind if I take your photo?"

[meepmeepmeep]

"Meep meep mee," Beaker agreed, waving a felt hand airily like he got asked this all the time even though...no, no he wasn't asked this all the time.

[hasaknightjob]

"Cheers," Steven said. He of course assumed Beaker did get asked this all the time, so he appreciated that Beaker would be kind enough to agree.

Steven got his mobile out and held it up to get Beaker in the frame. "Right, here we go. One, two, three - "

He took the photo after the three, if that sort of thing mattered at all.

[meepmeepmeep]

Well, Beaker couldn't exactly blink and ruin the shot, so he had that going for him! "Meep meep!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Brilliant, here - " Steven turned the phone around so Beaker could see the picture and approve it or not. "I can delete it if you don't care for it. It's no problem."

[meepmeepmeep]

You get double fuzzy Muppet thumbs up, Steven. "Meep!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Cheers," Steven said. "Thank you for the performance. It was wonderful."

He truly meant that.

[fandomtroopers]

The Troopers, naturally, were listening in silent appreciation throughout the entire performance.

Well, all except Calvin, who was openly weeping, tears visibly dripping out the bottom of his helmet. No, he wasn't Irish. He wasn't even from this planet. Didn't matter.

[meepmeepmeep]

"Meep meep mee," Beaker soothed, holding out a shamrock hankie.