Trooper Station, Monday, February 3, 2025

[grenadesandohana]

It had taken him most of the morning to come to grips with it, but Steve was being stalked by a Snuggie. He was enveloped by gray fleece the moment he stayed seated longer than a few moments, and that was why he was pacing the office and glaring at his chair. "This is completely unprofessional," he said. "Moreso that I'm now threatening a blanket."

The station was open. Frustrated, but open.