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Post by Tsughi on Aug 17, 2012 18:41:35 GMT -8
The tortie slipped into the familiar PD building with a bag in one paw and coffee in the other. Giving a small gesture of greeting by shaking the coffee cup, Russell made his way directly to the Commissioner's door without stopping. He gave the door a slight rap with his knuckles before fumbling with the doorknob with the paw holding the small bag.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 17, 2012 18:54:02 GMT -8
Sonya glanced toward the door and shook his head. "Unless you are here for business, go away."
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 17, 2012 18:59:13 GMT -8
Russell managed to get the door open a moment later and let out a small triumphant noise from the back of his throat. "I'm coming in anyway," He announced as he stepped in to shut the door behind him. "Besides, with you coffee es always business."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 17, 2012 19:01:06 GMT -8
"Coffee is pleasure, not business," Sonya grunted. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 17, 2012 19:09:52 GMT -8
"The coffee goes without saying," Russell shrugged as he placed the cup on the desk right in front of the other tom. "I also brought food." He set that down as well. "It es a toasted bagel egg sandwich and an apple."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 17, 2012 19:17:50 GMT -8
"Apple?" Sonya asked, looking up again. "Coffee and an apple? Really?"
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 17, 2012 19:26:06 GMT -8
"You forgot the bagel and egg sandwich," Russell added in helpfully.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 18, 2012 1:12:24 GMT -8
Sighing, Sonya nodded, neither the bagel or egg appealing to him in the same level. "Yes, of course."
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 18, 2012 6:59:31 GMT -8
Russell pursed his lips. "You know I made the bagel and egg sandwich," He stated. "You could at least pretend that you are going to eat et." With a characteristic swish of his tail he ignored the seat in front of the desk and opted to sit on the edge of the desk instead.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 19, 2012 17:31:13 GMT -8
Sonya glared at his perch. "I was unaware you cooked food yourself. Besides, food matters less."
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 20, 2012 15:29:13 GMT -8
"I cook," Russell said with an almost indignant flare. "...Sometimes, but that es not the point." Glancing downward towards the papers on the desk, he shifted one of the papers from side to side. It was more to bother the Russian tom than to disturb the organization. "And food does matter. Apples and Coffee can only do so much."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 22, 2012 20:09:38 GMT -8
Sonya snorted. "Food matters to cats who get sleep regularly and have happy families. Now, do you want something?"
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 23, 2012 13:47:53 GMT -8
"Food also matters to those who 'ave to run around the city and take care of et, you know," Russell gave Sonya a pointed look. "And besides the pleasure of your company?" He let his soft purr mix into his voice as his sharp look melted into a more fliratious one. The look only lasted a moment before it boiled down into one of his trademark grins as he gave a flippiant shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not allowed to make sure you survive the work day by giving you your necessary coffee and breakfast?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Aug 25, 2012 0:28:26 GMT -8
"Your insistence on my survival is becoming quite questionable," Sonya said, finally stopping his work to put his pen down and cross his arms over the desk, giving Russell a long look. "You have some ulterior motive."
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Post by Tsughi on Aug 26, 2012 15:40:01 GMT -8
"Who me?" Russell put his paw over his chest in mock hurt. "I thought we've established that I would never."
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