Michael Bublé Wrote A Song About This Log

[worktodo]

Who: Anyone currently living on or welcome at the Justice Farm!
Where: Albert Rosenfield's Justice Farm of SCIENCE!! in Saffron City
When: Anytime in the month of January
Summary: A compilation of all those one-off threads, logs, and other general social interactions that don't warrant their own individual post and yet promise to be too much fun to outright handwave, either.
Rating: May vary! But assume PG unless noted otherwise.
Log:


☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆
(IT LOOKS LIKE THIS.)


Let the shenanigans ensue.

Comments

[likewatson]

[Watching the scene, it occurs to Harry that he could have attempted something similar with Waldo, but that problem's since been fixed.

Still, it couldn't hurt to try.

As quietly as possible, he shifts his weight around to lean against the door frame.

...which creaks, of course.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[That was a loud creak.

Reid jerks in surprise, shaking Ellie in his lap, and then turns to see who's there. His hands stop playing, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.] Uh, hey there, Harry. Sorry, was I bothering you?

[likewatson]

[Harry's wearing an apologetic look before Reid looks over, at which point Harry lifts his hands in an equally apologetic gesture.]

No, no. Not at all. I didn't mean to interrupt like that.

[A moment of silence, to let the awkwardness pass...]

You're very good.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

No, you didn't interrupt, I just... I was trying to get Ellie to calm down.

[Reid rests his hands in Ellie's fur, the Eevee now disgruntled.]

Thank you. I started after a case about a year ago? [No, that's not intentionally vague. There are many things Reid is sensitive enough to be vague about, but Sammy isn't one of them.]

[likewatson]

A year ago?

[That's the detail Harry latches onto as he pushes away from the wall, carefully approaching the pair with a hand stretched out toward Ellie.]

That's all?