holdmyflower | Meanwhile, back with the law

Meanwhile, back with the law

[You know what job sucks? Being a parole officer for one of the Hildebrant boys. See, aside from the fact she's fairly certain both of them should really be in prison, and that Will never should have actually made parole, aside from this week, his behavior had at least meant she could deal with her other cases in relative peace.

...Until this week.

So right now she's staring at a stack of paperwork from the last two days that's followed her home, and she's really not looking forward to whatever the hell is going to be on her desk in the morning. Or the next time she has to go in to actually see this kid because she's worked that for whatever reason, nothing seems to stick to him anymore. Not that she's letting him know that.

But, as it is. She's home, dumping the stack of papers on the coffee table, and just. collapsing onto the couch. Clearly she needs ~~brushies~~ to be bothered.]

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[He knows how to effectively be a jerk when it comes to things like this. He does it because it's the best way to get her mind off of problems like this case, and because it amuses him, but, well. The first step is to just wait for her to look like she's ready to doze and then, in an excited, sing-songy voice.]

Elly~, Elly~!

[Why the hell did she move in with you, Malik. She does sit up, and then makes a whining noise when she realizes what he's done.]

What?

You were sulking, and not in the fun or sexy ways... Thought I'd get you to perk up a little.

[He is just going to reach down and just start combing fingers through her hair, then, as if to get any knots out.]

[She sighs, and leans into his hand, because even when she's in a bad mood, she fuckin' loves pets.]

I'm starting to wonder why the hell I ever went into law enforcement, Mal. I think running from hunters might have been less troublesome.

[A beat.] At least the hunters were hot.

Well as you've seen, prisons for magical beings are pret-ty damned terrible, and I think you enjoy the looks you get in a couple of the uniforms, from how you've had them cut.

[He knows she loves pets and he knows all the spots she likes best, so he will continue pets.]

I do resent the insinuation I'm not hot, though.

Oh, I get plenty of looks before I leave home in the mornings, too, I've noticed. [She laughs, and reaches up to poke his nose, even while she's pretty much melting on the couch from all these pets.]

You know you're hot, Mal. But sometimes I miss that hunter get-up, you know? You make the leather pants look good.

Yes, well. I prefer focusing on work that prevents people from having to turn to renegade lifestyles than hunting, these days. Aren't you just lucky my prototype serum only cancelled transformations instead of inducing cardiac arrest, like I though it would?

[She's getting both hands playing in her hair, now, for that.]

[Keep that up and she might start up the leg-kick.]

Given the look I remember on your face...you're pretty lucky too, huh? [Reaching up to take his face in her hands, even if she's basically looking at him upside down, from where she's leaned back on the couch.]

I think we both ended up lucking out, on that one.

Yes, but a cute girl suddenly surprised her powers didn't work was a different sort of lucky than not seizing and dying on the spot, Elly.

[He chuckles, leaning down some to look at her that much closer.]

[Licking his nose.]

Of course I was surprised! Normally when I fall out of a transformation, I still have clothes on!

I have to wonder why you seem to selectively not, sometimes, still...

[Aww, more scritches for that.]

That's my secret, Mal.

[Yaaaay pets. You can almost see the tailwags.]

...I'm gonna fall asleep on the couch like this, and I still need things like a 'shower' and 'dinner, dear.

I can make you dinner, if you tell me what you want. Go get a shower, Elly.

[He'll stop scritches abruptly, then, and poke her in the nose.]

Go on.

[...Licking his finger.]

...Gyros.

[Right, yes. Time to get up and do that shower thing.]

Right, so you want me to order in, then...

[Which he does, and it's relatively quick because when you have fucking food wizards it's like a fifteen minute wait for anything from a restaurant.]

[Well, she's coming out from the shower in a dress somehow shorter than how her uniforms are. Look, he can pet her for rewards, she's gotta get a little more creative.]

Yes, well...if you order in, then I have you to myself without being good for you to do the dishes, Mal.

...I see that someone doesn't intend to behave at all. What, is it new recruit week at the office or something, or did you just miss me?

[he's snarking because seriously goddamn.]

Gonna make fun of me if I say it's the latter?

[Barkbark knows what she's doin', Mal.]

No, because that's sweet and surprisingly forthright from you, Miss "Walk Around In Her Lingerie Like It's Normal."

[Holding out one of the to go boxes to her.]

[Laughing, and taking her gyro to go sit down at the table like a civilized human, because barkbarks can be taught.]

Even I can manage being honest sometimes, Mal...

But I shouldn't get used to it, given the tone you're taking.

[It's a gyro. It's pita and meat and onion and maybe tomatoes or peppers? Tzatziki is typically involved. Maybe grape leaves. Probably grape leaves. Mal seems like a Dolmades kind of guy.]

[Elly is a 'not picky so long as meat is involved' kind of girl, so dolmades is fine by her. She does basically inhale the damn thing, though, because some habits you just can't break.]

I guess it depends. I end up working with emotionally damaged teenagers all day...after a while I start thinking, maybe being a little more forthright isn't a bad idea.

...But old habits die hard, y'know?

It's true. One can hardly blame you for not wanting to change, especially given how shifters are regarded, but...

[He rolls his neck.]

Well, it's up to you.

I'm pretty sure at this point you get a little say.

[Carefully just...folding up the wrapper before tossing it, because people do some weird things when they're nervous, okay.]

No matter what anyone else has to say about it.

[He'll put aside his own leftovers and just walk over to her, reaching down and petting her hair.]

Not really. How you want to live your life is your choice. I'll be here with you regardless. Now, do you really want to have this talk at the kitchen table?

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