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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene appears, a sandwich stuffed into his mouth, a cig in his other hand. he may or may not have stolen said food from a suspect currently being held at CID. he'll never admit it if you ask, anyway. at any rate, he's grinning maniacally from behind his sammich] Gene Genie: 1. Scum: nicked.

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[didorothy]

If you like, Guv.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I don't like that, no. Where's your fire, Tyler? Where's your bloody fight?

[didorothy]

Do you want me to nag you into telling me what brings joy into the great Gene Hunt's existence? I thought you said you only wanted nagging from your wife, Guv.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

No. [hmphs and sits back again, arms crossed and a huffy expression on his face] And I don't want nagging from my wife, Dorothy. She nags me anyway. Doesn't mean I want you pussy-footing around like some shite-eating lackey who doesn't have the spine to tell me what he thinks to my face. If I wanted another Chris Skelton I'd go bother him.

[didorothy]

I find it's best not to try communicating with particularly unintelligent brick walls.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Oi! My missus is not a brick wall, Gladys!

[didorothy]

I wasn't talking about the woman of the Hunt household.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'm not a brick wall, either. [pouts. in a manly fashion, of course]

[didorothy]

You seem to share a lot of attributes with one, though.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[rubs his face] Like what? Sturdy, strong, does its job?

[didorothy]

More like, dense, deaf, brainless, and somewhat outdated.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Did you want to talk to me or insult me? And I'm not outdated.

[didorothy]

Oh yeah: and brick walls aren't good conversationalists. So no, I don't want to talk to you.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

...Fine. But I don't have to be a bloody conversationalist to do my job. It never seemed to matter before, you tessie. [he's trying to hide the butt hurt, he really is]

[didorothy]

That's not entirely true, Guv. [aww, poor Gene's butt]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

What's not? [Sam should kiss it and make it feel better]

[didorothy]

That your job doesn't need conversational skills. That you don't have those skills. That it didn't matter before. [Sam says it's unsanitary]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Never gave a damn about them in the past. What did you care? [everything's unsanitary to Sam]

[didorothy]

Maybe some other time. When you've had a few pints into you.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[and these are words Gene never thought he'd say] I don't need to be pissed to talk to you, Tyler.

[didorothy]

[considers him carefully before speaking]

I didn't have the same childhood you did. I didn't live the same sort of life. None of you can understand half the things I talk about, because they haven't happened yet. You don't... It's not always easy.

[shrugs] I'm done whining like a girl, if you'll let me be.