lunchbreak!

[dogbitesman]

William was still adjusting to this new... business was entirely the wrong word. So was affair, and arrangement sounded too composed, too academic.

Whatever the word, he still hadn't quite taken it all in. New ramifications kept occurring to him. The sheer fact of it kept occurring to him, making him stop in his tracks and do a double-take with

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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta walked in as she knocked thereby affectively rendering the knock unnecessary.

"I knew I'd catch one of you," she said, smiling, moving immediately to sit on the edge of his desk.

"Hallo, writer man."

[dogbitesman]

"It's a safe assumption, one of us is usually here," William said, focusing in on her and smiling. "If not both. How was patrol?"

[dishabille_mal]

"Typical," she said with a faint shrug. "Ideal time to practice lines, and I'm partnered with Constable Fraser, who is, of course, unfailingly pleasant."

[dogbitesman]

William's eyebrow twitched upwards a little.

But then, it was entirely possible this incarnation of the constable was not an insufferable zealot with poor reading comprehension and an inflated sense of his own cultural sensitivity.

At least he didn't have to bother himself with finding out.

"I'm sure," he said. His subject on this was purposefully vague. "How are you doing with the lines, anyway?"