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]

[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?