Trooper Station, Friday

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The station cat was up to mischief today, hopping up on to the Trooper's desks and knocking random things to the floor with her paws.

The Troopers weren't thrilled about it, shockingly. Watts, on the other hand, was privately amused. While she'd wandered in to his office at some point to demand pets, his desk had avoided getting the same treatment. So far.

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Steven came in at the usual lunchtime. He nearly tripped over one of the items that had been knocked to the floor, but managed to catch himself against a desk just in time.

Catch himself with the corner of the desk into his thigh, but at least he hadn't fallen?

He walked gingerly over the rest of the distance to Llewellyn's office. "Hello, you."

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Watts looked up, standing up sharply when he realized what had happened. "Are you all right?" he asked, concerned.

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"Yes, yes," Steven said, touched at Llewellyn's concern. He rubbed his thigh with his free hand. "Barked my leg on a desk is all."

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"Well, come on, come on, sit down," Watts said, coming over to usher Steven over to his usual chair.

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"Cheers," Steven said. He took the offered chair gladly, placing the insulated bag on Llewellyn's desk as he did. "Are you all right? Seemed a bit of mischief out there?"

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"Nothing major," Watts assured him. "Just the cat being... a cat. Knocking items off desks and the like. Though not mine. I'm choosing to take that as a compliment."

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Now that Steven knew it was about the station cat, he smiled. "Well that's all right then. Cats will be cats."

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"Indeed," Watts smiled back at him. "She did spend a while demanding that I pet her, hopefully Raphael won't be too cross with me for capitulating."

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"You'll have to give him extra cuddles is all," Steven said. "To show you've not forgotten him."

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"Much like my husband, he is unforgettable," Watts said, and, ah, yes, there was the proper kiss hello.

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Steven grinned into the kiss back. "Now who's flirting?"

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"Oh, me," Watts said shamelessly. "I am most definitely flirting with you, darling."

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That got a pleased giggle out of Steven. "Might that flirting indicate there might be a kiss in my future? I think it would help my leg a great deal."

His leg by this point was pretty much fine but how was that relevant?

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"A kiss?" Watts said, pretending to think about it. "Oh, no. No. Not a kiss, I'm afraid."

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Steven heard the emphasis but tried to hide his grin so he could pretend to be serious. "Oh dear. Not a single one?"

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"A single kiss?" Watts echoed. "Certainly not."

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"What could I possibly hope for then?" Steven asked, still failing to look fully serious.