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[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[Fumie is just a bit bloody and bruised, her t-shirt and shirt torn and she is positively beaming like crazy]

WE TOOK DOWN GODZILLA! [waves around a jar with a pretty damn mighty jewel in it] I told you we could! Me and Sam know what we're doing. It was like the giant fish but a much greater challenge. And I don't lose any challenges, so!

That'll teach monsters to eat whatevers. [nods firmly]

Comments

[didorothy]

If you'd really let it go, you wouldn't get so bloody angry when I try to ask a question about it.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

And what have I told you in the past about bloody well asking questions, Gladys? I think it was 'don't.' And what my CID does is none of your bloody business, anyway, so shut it.

[didorothy]

I'm a detective. Questions are in the job description.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Not when it's about your superior officer, Tyler. And not after he's told you to shut it in the past. [pulls out another cig, cause he's going through them like candy right now] Now either do something productive or get out, 'cause I'm not bloody well spending anymore time on this bullshit.

[didorothy]

[somehow, he finds the strength to straighten up, though he's still leaning against the wall] I'll go. I need a Scotch.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Good. Me, too. You can buy me a pint. Now let's go, you bleedin' git. [claps him on the shoulder]

[didorothy]

[lip curls, head tips up as if he's going to give a sharp retort and declination. But then his head sinks again, and he sighs and pushes himself off the wall, plastering on a smile] Yes, Guv.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Great! Now let's go. [and he's off to get himself right pissed cause he doesn't want to remember this conversation in the morning]

[didorothy]

[ahh, what a healthy way to deal with things]