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[cactusy]

WHO: John Reese (aimsforknees), Sameen Shaw (cactusy)
WHEN: mid-February
WHERE: the Library
WHAT: dinner, team hangouts, awkward buddies being awkward
NOTES\WARNINGS: n/a for now

At 7pm on the dot, Shaw shows up to the door to John and Harold's quarters, a canvas tote bag slung over her shoulder and a leash for Bear looped around the opposite arm (she takes this joint custody thing seriously, and plans to bring him back to her apartment for the night). She lifts a hand to knock, then pauses, peering upwards suspiciously. Do they have a doorcam? They must have a doorcam.

"Hey, Reese," she says, her voice at a conversational pitch. Not too loud, so he won't hear her unless he either has her on audio or is standing right by the door. "Let me in."

If it doesn't work, then she'll knock like a normal person, but she wants to try this out first.

Comments

[cactusy]

"I do want to drive it," she says. "And if you don't want to drive it at all, I'll gladly take it off your hands."

[aimsforknees]

"I might want to drive it some day, but you can have the keys."

He doesn't even bother telling her to keep it in good condition; Shaw is too much of a nut for cars to treat it poorly.

[cactusy]

That's honestly a way better deal than she thought she'd get from a teasing, unserious conversation, so before he can take it back, she immediately says, "Deal." Shared custody of both Bear and the car? She's making out like a bandit here. It's enough to make her grin, albeit faintly, as she takes another bite of pork.

[aimsforknees]

[ A smile from Shaw? It puts him in a good mood to see it. They haven't worked together for that long (for him) but he understands well enough how rare they are. He takes a spoonful of soup. ]

Soup is good.