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Hey, names Benjamin. I’m 34, and work as a police officer.
I like cats. And dogs. And coffee.
Ask me stuff.
That’s it. That’s the post.
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@hfpd-officer-bailey
INTRO POST
Hey, names Benjamin. I’m 34, and work as a police officer.
I like cats. And dogs. And coffee.
Ask me stuff.
That’s it. That’s the post.
/// OOC INTRO BELOW CUT!!
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
but its fun..
I do not bark.
youre boring
I am an adult. I am an officer of the law.
Yeah, one who hid in the presence of a murderer..
excuse me?
I was trying to find my gun.
Sure man... (٥↼_↼)
whatever..
is there anything i can help you with????
uh.. no.
...So you just came here to bark at me?
lmao yeah
huh... strange. i guess.
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
but its fun..
I do not bark.
youre boring
I am an adult. I am an officer of the law.
Yeah, one who hid in the presence of a murderer..
excuse me?
I was trying to find my gun.
Sure man... (٥↼_↼)
whatever..
is there anything i can help you with????
uh.. no.
...So you just came here to bark at me?
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
but its fun..
I do not bark.
youre boring
I am an adult. I am an officer of the law.
Yeah, one who hid in the presence of a murderer..
excuse me?
I was trying to find my gun.
Sure man... (٥↼_↼)
whatever..
is there anything i can help you with????
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
but its fun..
I do not bark.
youre boring
I am an adult. I am an officer of the law.
Yeah, one who hid in the presence of a murderer..
excuse me?
I was trying to find my gun.
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
but its fun..
I do not bark.
youre boring
I am an adult. I am an officer of the law.
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
but its fun..
I do not bark.
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
cuz you're mean and im just a silly puppy..
....rightt... okay.
yeah, uhm
what did you want me to do??? bark back?? i don't bark, kid.
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
fuck you frowning for?
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
Woof..
Are you one of them furries??
Look, I don't judge, I'm an officer of the law, but do not bark at me again.
Barks at you respectfully
Excuse me?!
I don't wanna be in jail :( please let me ouuut :(
who the fuck let you have a phone?? Give me your cell number, I'm coming down there.
[Benjamin sits in the breakroom before work, waiting for sam so they can go on patrol together.
He's drinking black coffee, sitting on a chair by a table in the corner.]
( @hfpd-officer-bailey )
(ooc: HEYYYYY feel free to answer this whenever!! No pressure! /gen)
[The door of the breakroom opened in a matter of a few minutes, with Sam coming in from it and a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked slightly different than usual, he was visibly a little tired.]
[He looked at him]
"Goodmor-....Dude, what happened?"
[He stood up, putting his cup down. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, turning is expression slightly worried.]
“I'm fucking alright, ya don't need to worry.”
[He took a sip of his cup before walking a few steps away from the door, avoiding the other man's eyes.]
"You're pale as a ghost."
[he made his way across the room and over to sam, looking at him.]
"..Do you feel okay? You don't look okay."
[He moved his hands to indicate he didn't need him any closer, still with the cup in hand.]
“I'm okay, I'm okay. Jesus.”
"...."
[He observed him for a bit, trying to make out what could have happened.]
"...Do you have, like, a fever, or something?"
[He asked, going to get his coffee again.]
“No- I don't have anything, Jesus. I'm fine.”
[He tried to deny.]
"You dont seem or look "fine", sweetly."
[He went over to him again, coffee cup in hand.]
"Are you sure you're not, like- Sick, or somethin'?"
[He sighed before answering.]
“Okay, what if I am? Who's gonna care? I'm still able to do my job.”
“I care.”
[he gently pressed a hand to his forehead and moved it away.]
“You’re burning up, man.”
[He stayed a few seconds quiet before speaking up.]
“Let's just go and do our fuckin' work, alright? I will not matter.”
“……..Well, you matter to me, and I’m not letting you work today. You have a fever.
Cmon. I’m taking you home.”
[He grabbed his car keys, putting his coffee cup down.]
“Jesus Christ… Look, I'm good enough to do this, 'kay?”
[He started to demand a little, not wanting to let himself be seen as someone vulnerable, even if being sick didn't mean that.]
“I’m not letting you work. You’re sick, goddamnit.”
[he grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him out to his car.]
[He let himself be dragged and guided to the car.]
“Fuck you.”
[He said under his breath]
"love you too,"
[He said sarcastically before opening the door to the passenger seat to his car.]
"Sit."
[He annoyingly rolled his eyes before taking the sit and closing the door of the car by himself.]
[He closed the door and got in the drivers seat before starting to drive. When they reached sams apartment, he got out of the car.]
[Sam got out of the car as well. Still having the cup he had in hand, he took a sip before heading to the apartment.]
[He locked the car and followed him.]
"how long youve been sick for? Was it like.. An over the weekend type of thing, or did you just wake up like that?"
“Little after waking up, I think. It doesn't even matter.”
[He tried to brush it off, he didn't want to have someone worrying about him.]
"It does matter. Christ. Does anything even matter to you?"
"..Anyway. Unlock the door."
[He sighed before taking his keys from his pocket and opened the door.]
“You're a fucking asshole, y'know?”
"Im trying to take care of you. Change into your pajamas and go lie down, 'kay??
You like tea?"
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
[He paused before speaking again.]
“You're damn demanding.”
"I just want you to feel alright, idiot. Now go change."
[He motioned to his room and headed to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.]
[He started taking steps to head into his room, cursing under his breath and leaving for a few minutes to change.]
[After a bit of searching he found a mug and some teabags. He put the water to boil and leaned on the counter as he waited.]
[Some minutes passed before Sam came back wearing a simple white tshirt and black sweatpants, not saying anything as he walked back.]
[he didn’t notice Sam coming back.
He put the teabag into the mug before pouring the hot water over it.]
“Jesus, haven't even done it yet?”
[He spoke loud enough for him to hear without needing to step closer.]
[He jumped a bit and looked at him.]
"....Well I couldn't fucking find your shit. So excuse me, your highness."
[He sarcastically bowed at the waist before handing him the cup.]
"go lie down."
[He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the cup that was handed to him before just simply sitting down on a nearby chair, not giving any words back.]
"...Sam-"
[He lets out a sigh,]
"..Go lie down, please."
[It was the first time in a while he had called him by his first name. Or said please.]
[He took a slight surprise at his words, but decided to ignore it for later.]
“Jesus.”
[He sighed annoyingly before standing up and heading to his room, not really caring to do eye contact.]
"..." [he watches him leave and sighs before starting to clean up a bit around the house.]
[Sam went to his room, making a loud sound as he closed the door.]
[He grabs a bucket somewhere and knocks on sams door. He walks in and places it next to his bed.]
"..Just incase. Now get some rest, 'kay?"
[Sam rolled his eyes as he put the bucket next to the bed, why did he care that much?]
“Jesus, alright.”
[He didn’t protest anything, he knew that Bailey was most likely to say something back and keep doing whatever he wanted.]
"mkay, good.
I'll be in the livingroom, or something."
[He walked out and looked around the place for a bit to figure out where everything was.]
[He paused for a second before saying something back.]
“…Whatever.”
[He saw him leave the room and didn’t say anything else. He really didn’t mind that much if he stayed at his place.]
[he started cleaning a bit around the place again. He put some clean dishes in the cabinets, wiped down some counters and so on.]
[As time passes, and approaches around 6:30 PM, Benji pays Sam another visit.]
"You hungry?"
“…Meh, not really.”
"come on, you've barely eaten all day."
[He leans sideways on the doorframe.]
"Soup?"
[He sighed]
“Alright. Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”
[he nods,]
"alright. Come sit down at the table, then."
[he walked out of the room.]
[He rolled his eyes before lazily standing up and followed.]
[He found a can of soup somewhere in a cabinet, poured it into a pot and started heating it up. while he waited for it to get hot, he got out a bowl for sam.]
[Sam himself walked to a cabinet to take a spoon and placed it at the bowl's side and went to take a seat.]
[he poured some soup up for Sam and put the pot down again before going to get a glass of water for him.
He places the glass down and sat infront of him.]
“Careful, it’s hot.”
“I have common sense, thank you.”
[He joked annoyingly, grabbing the spoon to stir the soup.]
“..shut up, I just wanted to warn you.”
[he ran his finger along the edge of the table.]
[He sighed]
“You're treating me like a fucking child.”
“I just care about you. Even if it doesn’t seem that way sometimes.”
[he got up and started cleaning the pot off aswell as the ladle he had used for stirring.]
[Sam didn’t say anything back, he just simply continued stirring until he started to eat the soup.]
[he dried the pot off and put it away aswell as the ladle. He then sat down in his previous seat again.]
[Benjamin sits in the breakroom before work, waiting for sam so they can go on patrol together.
He's drinking black coffee, sitting on a chair by a table in the corner.]
( @hfpd-officer-bailey )
(ooc: HEYYYYY feel free to answer this whenever!! No pressure! /gen)
[The door of the breakroom opened in a matter of a few minutes, with Sam coming in from it and a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked slightly different than usual, he was visibly a little tired.]
[He looked at him]
"Goodmor-....Dude, what happened?"
[He stood up, putting his cup down. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, turning is expression slightly worried.]
“I'm fucking alright, ya don't need to worry.”
[He took a sip of his cup before walking a few steps away from the door, avoiding the other man's eyes.]
"You're pale as a ghost."
[he made his way across the room and over to sam, looking at him.]
"..Do you feel okay? You don't look okay."
[He moved his hands to indicate he didn't need him any closer, still with the cup in hand.]
“I'm okay, I'm okay. Jesus.”
"...."
[He observed him for a bit, trying to make out what could have happened.]
"...Do you have, like, a fever, or something?"
[He asked, going to get his coffee again.]
“No- I don't have anything, Jesus. I'm fine.”
[He tried to deny.]
"You dont seem or look "fine", sweetly."
[He went over to him again, coffee cup in hand.]
"Are you sure you're not, like- Sick, or somethin'?"
[He sighed before answering.]
“Okay, what if I am? Who's gonna care? I'm still able to do my job.”
“I care.”
[he gently pressed a hand to his forehead and moved it away.]
“You’re burning up, man.”
[He stayed a few seconds quiet before speaking up.]
“Let's just go and do our fuckin' work, alright? I will not matter.”
“……..Well, you matter to me, and I’m not letting you work today. You have a fever.
Cmon. I’m taking you home.”
[He grabbed his car keys, putting his coffee cup down.]
“Jesus Christ… Look, I'm good enough to do this, 'kay?”
[He started to demand a little, not wanting to let himself be seen as someone vulnerable, even if being sick didn't mean that.]
“I’m not letting you work. You’re sick, goddamnit.”
[he grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him out to his car.]
[He let himself be dragged and guided to the car.]
“Fuck you.”
[He said under his breath]
"love you too,"
[He said sarcastically before opening the door to the passenger seat to his car.]
"Sit."
[He annoyingly rolled his eyes before taking the sit and closing the door of the car by himself.]
[He closed the door and got in the drivers seat before starting to drive. When they reached sams apartment, he got out of the car.]
[Sam got out of the car as well. Still having the cup he had in hand, he took a sip before heading to the apartment.]
[He locked the car and followed him.]
"how long youve been sick for? Was it like.. An over the weekend type of thing, or did you just wake up like that?"
“Little after waking up, I think. It doesn't even matter.”
[He tried to brush it off, he didn't want to have someone worrying about him.]
"It does matter. Christ. Does anything even matter to you?"
"..Anyway. Unlock the door."
[He sighed before taking his keys from his pocket and opened the door.]
“You're a fucking asshole, y'know?”
"Im trying to take care of you. Change into your pajamas and go lie down, 'kay??
You like tea?"
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
[He paused before speaking again.]
“You're damn demanding.”
"I just want you to feel alright, idiot. Now go change."
[He motioned to his room and headed to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.]
[He started taking steps to head into his room, cursing under his breath and leaving for a few minutes to change.]
[After a bit of searching he found a mug and some teabags. He put the water to boil and leaned on the counter as he waited.]
[Some minutes passed before Sam came back wearing a simple white tshirt and black sweatpants, not saying anything as he walked back.]
[he didn’t notice Sam coming back.
He put the teabag into the mug before pouring the hot water over it.]
“Jesus, haven't even done it yet?”
[He spoke loud enough for him to hear without needing to step closer.]
[He jumped a bit and looked at him.]
"....Well I couldn't fucking find your shit. So excuse me, your highness."
[He sarcastically bowed at the waist before handing him the cup.]
"go lie down."
[He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the cup that was handed to him before just simply sitting down on a nearby chair, not giving any words back.]
"...Sam-"
[He lets out a sigh,]
"..Go lie down, please."
[It was the first time in a while he had called him by his first name. Or said please.]
[He took a slight surprise at his words, but decided to ignore it for later.]
“Jesus.”
[He sighed annoyingly before standing up and heading to his room, not really caring to do eye contact.]
"..." [he watches him leave and sighs before starting to clean up a bit around the house.]
[Sam went to his room, making a loud sound as he closed the door.]
[He grabs a bucket somewhere and knocks on sams door. He walks in and places it next to his bed.]
"..Just incase. Now get some rest, 'kay?"
[Sam rolled his eyes as he put the bucket next to the bed, why did he care that much?]
“Jesus, alright.”
[He didn’t protest anything, he knew that Bailey was most likely to say something back and keep doing whatever he wanted.]
"mkay, good.
I'll be in the livingroom, or something."
[He walked out and looked around the place for a bit to figure out where everything was.]
[He paused for a second before saying something back.]
“…Whatever.”
[He saw him leave the room and didn’t say anything else. He really didn’t mind that much if he stayed at his place.]
[he started cleaning a bit around the place again. He put some clean dishes in the cabinets, wiped down some counters and so on.]
[As time passes, and approaches around 6:30 PM, Benji pays Sam another visit.]
"You hungry?"
“…Meh, not really.”
"come on, you've barely eaten all day."
[He leans sideways on the doorframe.]
"Soup?"
[He sighed]
“Alright. Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”
[he nods,]
"alright. Come sit down at the table, then."
[he walked out of the room.]
[He rolled his eyes before lazily standing up and followed.]
[He found a can of soup somewhere in a cabinet, poured it into a pot and started heating it up. while he waited for it to get hot, he got out a bowl for sam.]
[Sam himself walked to a cabinet to take a spoon and placed it at the bowl's side and went to take a seat.]
[he poured some soup up for Sam and put the pot down again before going to get a glass of water for him.
He places the glass down and sat infront of him.]
“Careful, it’s hot.”
“I have common sense, thank you.”
[He joked annoyingly, grabbing the spoon to stir the soup.]
“..shut up, I just wanted to warn you.”
[he ran his finger along the edge of the table.]
[He sighed]
“You're treating me like a fucking child.”
“I just care about you. Even if it doesn’t seem that way sometimes.”
[he got up and started cleaning the pot off aswell as the ladle he had used for stirring.]
[Benjamin sits in the breakroom before work, waiting for sam so they can go on patrol together.
He's drinking black coffee, sitting on a chair by a table in the corner.]
( @hfpd-officer-bailey )
(ooc: HEYYYYY feel free to answer this whenever!! No pressure! /gen)
[The door of the breakroom opened in a matter of a few minutes, with Sam coming in from it and a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked slightly different than usual, he was visibly a little tired.]
[He looked at him]
"Goodmor-....Dude, what happened?"
[He stood up, putting his cup down. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, turning is expression slightly worried.]
“I'm fucking alright, ya don't need to worry.”
[He took a sip of his cup before walking a few steps away from the door, avoiding the other man's eyes.]
"You're pale as a ghost."
[he made his way across the room and over to sam, looking at him.]
"..Do you feel okay? You don't look okay."
[He moved his hands to indicate he didn't need him any closer, still with the cup in hand.]
“I'm okay, I'm okay. Jesus.”
"...."
[He observed him for a bit, trying to make out what could have happened.]
"...Do you have, like, a fever, or something?"
[He asked, going to get his coffee again.]
“No- I don't have anything, Jesus. I'm fine.”
[He tried to deny.]
"You dont seem or look "fine", sweetly."
[He went over to him again, coffee cup in hand.]
"Are you sure you're not, like- Sick, or somethin'?"
[He sighed before answering.]
“Okay, what if I am? Who's gonna care? I'm still able to do my job.”
“I care.”
[he gently pressed a hand to his forehead and moved it away.]
“You’re burning up, man.”
[He stayed a few seconds quiet before speaking up.]
“Let's just go and do our fuckin' work, alright? I will not matter.”
“……..Well, you matter to me, and I’m not letting you work today. You have a fever.
Cmon. I’m taking you home.”
[He grabbed his car keys, putting his coffee cup down.]
“Jesus Christ… Look, I'm good enough to do this, 'kay?”
[He started to demand a little, not wanting to let himself be seen as someone vulnerable, even if being sick didn't mean that.]
“I’m not letting you work. You’re sick, goddamnit.”
[he grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him out to his car.]
[He let himself be dragged and guided to the car.]
“Fuck you.”
[He said under his breath]
"love you too,"
[He said sarcastically before opening the door to the passenger seat to his car.]
"Sit."
[He annoyingly rolled his eyes before taking the sit and closing the door of the car by himself.]
[He closed the door and got in the drivers seat before starting to drive. When they reached sams apartment, he got out of the car.]
[Sam got out of the car as well. Still having the cup he had in hand, he took a sip before heading to the apartment.]
[He locked the car and followed him.]
"how long youve been sick for? Was it like.. An over the weekend type of thing, or did you just wake up like that?"
“Little after waking up, I think. It doesn't even matter.”
[He tried to brush it off, he didn't want to have someone worrying about him.]
"It does matter. Christ. Does anything even matter to you?"
"..Anyway. Unlock the door."
[He sighed before taking his keys from his pocket and opened the door.]
“You're a fucking asshole, y'know?”
"Im trying to take care of you. Change into your pajamas and go lie down, 'kay??
You like tea?"
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
[He paused before speaking again.]
“You're damn demanding.”
"I just want you to feel alright, idiot. Now go change."
[He motioned to his room and headed to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.]
[He started taking steps to head into his room, cursing under his breath and leaving for a few minutes to change.]
[After a bit of searching he found a mug and some teabags. He put the water to boil and leaned on the counter as he waited.]
[Some minutes passed before Sam came back wearing a simple white tshirt and black sweatpants, not saying anything as he walked back.]
[he didn’t notice Sam coming back.
He put the teabag into the mug before pouring the hot water over it.]
“Jesus, haven't even done it yet?”
[He spoke loud enough for him to hear without needing to step closer.]
[He jumped a bit and looked at him.]
"....Well I couldn't fucking find your shit. So excuse me, your highness."
[He sarcastically bowed at the waist before handing him the cup.]
"go lie down."
[He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the cup that was handed to him before just simply sitting down on a nearby chair, not giving any words back.]
"...Sam-"
[He lets out a sigh,]
"..Go lie down, please."
[It was the first time in a while he had called him by his first name. Or said please.]
[He took a slight surprise at his words, but decided to ignore it for later.]
“Jesus.”
[He sighed annoyingly before standing up and heading to his room, not really caring to do eye contact.]
"..." [he watches him leave and sighs before starting to clean up a bit around the house.]
[Sam went to his room, making a loud sound as he closed the door.]
[He grabs a bucket somewhere and knocks on sams door. He walks in and places it next to his bed.]
"..Just incase. Now get some rest, 'kay?"
[Sam rolled his eyes as he put the bucket next to the bed, why did he care that much?]
“Jesus, alright.”
[He didn’t protest anything, he knew that Bailey was most likely to say something back and keep doing whatever he wanted.]
"mkay, good.
I'll be in the livingroom, or something."
[He walked out and looked around the place for a bit to figure out where everything was.]
[He paused for a second before saying something back.]
“…Whatever.”
[He saw him leave the room and didn’t say anything else. He really didn’t mind that much if he stayed at his place.]
[he started cleaning a bit around the place again. He put some clean dishes in the cabinets, wiped down some counters and so on.]
[As time passes, and approaches around 6:30 PM, Benji pays Sam another visit.]
"You hungry?"
“…Meh, not really.”
"come on, you've barely eaten all day."
[He leans sideways on the doorframe.]
"Soup?"
[He sighed]
“Alright. Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”
[he nods,]
"alright. Come sit down at the table, then."
[he walked out of the room.]
[He rolled his eyes before lazily standing up and followed.]
[He found a can of soup somewhere in a cabinet, poured it into a pot and started heating it up. while he waited for it to get hot, he got out a bowl for sam.]
[Sam himself walked to a cabinet to take a spoon and placed it at the bowl's side and went to take a seat.]
[he poured some soup up for Sam and put the pot down again before going to get a glass of water for him.
He places the glass down and sat infront of him.]
“Careful, it’s hot.”
“I have common sense, thank you.”
[He joked annoyingly, grabbing the spoon to stir the soup.]
“..shut up, I just wanted to warn you.”
[he ran his finger along the edge of the table.]
[Benjamin sits in the breakroom before work, waiting for sam so they can go on patrol together.
He's drinking black coffee, sitting on a chair by a table in the corner.]
( @hfpd-officer-bailey )
(ooc: HEYYYYY feel free to answer this whenever!! No pressure! /gen)
[The door of the breakroom opened in a matter of a few minutes, with Sam coming in from it and a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked slightly different than usual, he was visibly a little tired.]
[He looked at him]
"Goodmor-....Dude, what happened?"
[He stood up, putting his cup down. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, turning is expression slightly worried.]
“I'm fucking alright, ya don't need to worry.”
[He took a sip of his cup before walking a few steps away from the door, avoiding the other man's eyes.]
"You're pale as a ghost."
[he made his way across the room and over to sam, looking at him.]
"..Do you feel okay? You don't look okay."
[He moved his hands to indicate he didn't need him any closer, still with the cup in hand.]
“I'm okay, I'm okay. Jesus.”
"...."
[He observed him for a bit, trying to make out what could have happened.]
"...Do you have, like, a fever, or something?"
[He asked, going to get his coffee again.]
“No- I don't have anything, Jesus. I'm fine.”
[He tried to deny.]
"You dont seem or look "fine", sweetly."
[He went over to him again, coffee cup in hand.]
"Are you sure you're not, like- Sick, or somethin'?"
[He sighed before answering.]
“Okay, what if I am? Who's gonna care? I'm still able to do my job.”
“I care.”
[he gently pressed a hand to his forehead and moved it away.]
“You’re burning up, man.”
[He stayed a few seconds quiet before speaking up.]
“Let's just go and do our fuckin' work, alright? I will not matter.”
“……..Well, you matter to me, and I’m not letting you work today. You have a fever.
Cmon. I’m taking you home.”
[He grabbed his car keys, putting his coffee cup down.]
“Jesus Christ… Look, I'm good enough to do this, 'kay?”
[He started to demand a little, not wanting to let himself be seen as someone vulnerable, even if being sick didn't mean that.]
“I’m not letting you work. You’re sick, goddamnit.”
[he grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him out to his car.]
[He let himself be dragged and guided to the car.]
“Fuck you.”
[He said under his breath]
"love you too,"
[He said sarcastically before opening the door to the passenger seat to his car.]
"Sit."
[He annoyingly rolled his eyes before taking the sit and closing the door of the car by himself.]
[He closed the door and got in the drivers seat before starting to drive. When they reached sams apartment, he got out of the car.]
[Sam got out of the car as well. Still having the cup he had in hand, he took a sip before heading to the apartment.]
[He locked the car and followed him.]
"how long youve been sick for? Was it like.. An over the weekend type of thing, or did you just wake up like that?"
“Little after waking up, I think. It doesn't even matter.”
[He tried to brush it off, he didn't want to have someone worrying about him.]
"It does matter. Christ. Does anything even matter to you?"
"..Anyway. Unlock the door."
[He sighed before taking his keys from his pocket and opened the door.]
“You're a fucking asshole, y'know?”
"Im trying to take care of you. Change into your pajamas and go lie down, 'kay??
You like tea?"
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
[He paused before speaking again.]
“You're damn demanding.”
"I just want you to feel alright, idiot. Now go change."
[He motioned to his room and headed to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.]
[He started taking steps to head into his room, cursing under his breath and leaving for a few minutes to change.]
[After a bit of searching he found a mug and some teabags. He put the water to boil and leaned on the counter as he waited.]
[Some minutes passed before Sam came back wearing a simple white tshirt and black sweatpants, not saying anything as he walked back.]
[he didn’t notice Sam coming back.
He put the teabag into the mug before pouring the hot water over it.]
“Jesus, haven't even done it yet?”
[He spoke loud enough for him to hear without needing to step closer.]
[He jumped a bit and looked at him.]
"....Well I couldn't fucking find your shit. So excuse me, your highness."
[He sarcastically bowed at the waist before handing him the cup.]
"go lie down."
[He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the cup that was handed to him before just simply sitting down on a nearby chair, not giving any words back.]
"...Sam-"
[He lets out a sigh,]
"..Go lie down, please."
[It was the first time in a while he had called him by his first name. Or said please.]
[He took a slight surprise at his words, but decided to ignore it for later.]
“Jesus.”
[He sighed annoyingly before standing up and heading to his room, not really caring to do eye contact.]
"..." [he watches him leave and sighs before starting to clean up a bit around the house.]
[Sam went to his room, making a loud sound as he closed the door.]
[He grabs a bucket somewhere and knocks on sams door. He walks in and places it next to his bed.]
"..Just incase. Now get some rest, 'kay?"
[Sam rolled his eyes as he put the bucket next to the bed, why did he care that much?]
“Jesus, alright.”
[He didn’t protest anything, he knew that Bailey was most likely to say something back and keep doing whatever he wanted.]
"mkay, good.
I'll be in the livingroom, or something."
[He walked out and looked around the place for a bit to figure out where everything was.]
[He paused for a second before saying something back.]
“…Whatever.”
[He saw him leave the room and didn’t say anything else. He really didn’t mind that much if he stayed at his place.]
[he started cleaning a bit around the place again. He put some clean dishes in the cabinets, wiped down some counters and so on.]
[As time passes, and approaches around 6:30 PM, Benji pays Sam another visit.]
"You hungry?"
“…Meh, not really.”
"come on, you've barely eaten all day."
[He leans sideways on the doorframe.]
"Soup?"
[He sighed]
“Alright. Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”
[he nods,]
"alright. Come sit down at the table, then."
[he walked out of the room.]
[He rolled his eyes before lazily standing up and followed.]
[He found a can of soup somewhere in a cabinet, poured it into a pot and started heating it up. while he waited for it to get hot, he got out a bowl for sam.]
[Sam himself walked to a cabinet to take a spoon and placed it at the bowl's side and went to take a seat.]
[he poured some soup up for Sam and put the pot down again before going to get a glass of water for him.
He places the glass down and sat infront of him.]
“Careful, it’s hot.”
[Benjamin sits in the breakroom before work, waiting for sam so they can go on patrol together.
He's drinking black coffee, sitting on a chair by a table in the corner.]
( @hfpd-officer-bailey )
(ooc: HEYYYYY feel free to answer this whenever!! No pressure! /gen)
[The door of the breakroom opened in a matter of a few minutes, with Sam coming in from it and a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked slightly different than usual, he was visibly a little tired.]
[He looked at him]
"Goodmor-....Dude, what happened?"
[He stood up, putting his cup down. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, turning is expression slightly worried.]
“I'm fucking alright, ya don't need to worry.”
[He took a sip of his cup before walking a few steps away from the door, avoiding the other man's eyes.]
"You're pale as a ghost."
[he made his way across the room and over to sam, looking at him.]
"..Do you feel okay? You don't look okay."
[He moved his hands to indicate he didn't need him any closer, still with the cup in hand.]
“I'm okay, I'm okay. Jesus.”
"...."
[He observed him for a bit, trying to make out what could have happened.]
"...Do you have, like, a fever, or something?"
[He asked, going to get his coffee again.]
“No- I don't have anything, Jesus. I'm fine.”
[He tried to deny.]
"You dont seem or look "fine", sweetly."
[He went over to him again, coffee cup in hand.]
"Are you sure you're not, like- Sick, or somethin'?"
[He sighed before answering.]
“Okay, what if I am? Who's gonna care? I'm still able to do my job.”
“I care.”
[he gently pressed a hand to his forehead and moved it away.]
“You’re burning up, man.”
[He stayed a few seconds quiet before speaking up.]
“Let's just go and do our fuckin' work, alright? I will not matter.”
“……..Well, you matter to me, and I’m not letting you work today. You have a fever.
Cmon. I’m taking you home.”
[He grabbed his car keys, putting his coffee cup down.]
“Jesus Christ… Look, I'm good enough to do this, 'kay?”
[He started to demand a little, not wanting to let himself be seen as someone vulnerable, even if being sick didn't mean that.]
“I’m not letting you work. You’re sick, goddamnit.”
[he grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him out to his car.]
[He let himself be dragged and guided to the car.]
“Fuck you.”
[He said under his breath]
"love you too,"
[He said sarcastically before opening the door to the passenger seat to his car.]
"Sit."
[He annoyingly rolled his eyes before taking the sit and closing the door of the car by himself.]
[He closed the door and got in the drivers seat before starting to drive. When they reached sams apartment, he got out of the car.]
[Sam got out of the car as well. Still having the cup he had in hand, he took a sip before heading to the apartment.]
[He locked the car and followed him.]
"how long youve been sick for? Was it like.. An over the weekend type of thing, or did you just wake up like that?"
“Little after waking up, I think. It doesn't even matter.”
[He tried to brush it off, he didn't want to have someone worrying about him.]
"It does matter. Christ. Does anything even matter to you?"
"..Anyway. Unlock the door."
[He sighed before taking his keys from his pocket and opened the door.]
“You're a fucking asshole, y'know?”
"Im trying to take care of you. Change into your pajamas and go lie down, 'kay??
You like tea?"
“Yeah, sure, whatever.”
[He paused before speaking again.]
“You're damn demanding.”
"I just want you to feel alright, idiot. Now go change."
[He motioned to his room and headed to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.]
[He started taking steps to head into his room, cursing under his breath and leaving for a few minutes to change.]
[After a bit of searching he found a mug and some teabags. He put the water to boil and leaned on the counter as he waited.]
[Some minutes passed before Sam came back wearing a simple white tshirt and black sweatpants, not saying anything as he walked back.]
[he didn’t notice Sam coming back.
He put the teabag into the mug before pouring the hot water over it.]
“Jesus, haven't even done it yet?”
[He spoke loud enough for him to hear without needing to step closer.]
[He jumped a bit and looked at him.]
"....Well I couldn't fucking find your shit. So excuse me, your highness."
[He sarcastically bowed at the waist before handing him the cup.]
"go lie down."
[He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the cup that was handed to him before just simply sitting down on a nearby chair, not giving any words back.]
"...Sam-"
[He lets out a sigh,]
"..Go lie down, please."
[It was the first time in a while he had called him by his first name. Or said please.]
[He took a slight surprise at his words, but decided to ignore it for later.]
“Jesus.”
[He sighed annoyingly before standing up and heading to his room, not really caring to do eye contact.]
"..." [he watches him leave and sighs before starting to clean up a bit around the house.]
[Sam went to his room, making a loud sound as he closed the door.]
[He grabs a bucket somewhere and knocks on sams door. He walks in and places it next to his bed.]
"..Just incase. Now get some rest, 'kay?"
[Sam rolled his eyes as he put the bucket next to the bed, why did he care that much?]
“Jesus, alright.”
[He didn’t protest anything, he knew that Bailey was most likely to say something back and keep doing whatever he wanted.]
"mkay, good.
I'll be in the livingroom, or something."
[He walked out and looked around the place for a bit to figure out where everything was.]
[He paused for a second before saying something back.]
“…Whatever.”
[He saw him leave the room and didn’t say anything else. He really didn’t mind that much if he stayed at his place.]
[he started cleaning a bit around the place again. He put some clean dishes in the cabinets, wiped down some counters and so on.]
[As time passes, and approaches around 6:30 PM, Benji pays Sam another visit.]
"You hungry?"
“…Meh, not really.”
"come on, you've barely eaten all day."
[He leans sideways on the doorframe.]
"Soup?"
[He sighed]
“Alright. Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”
[he nods,]
"alright. Come sit down at the table, then."
[he walked out of the room.]
[He rolled his eyes before lazily standing up and followed.]
[He found a can of soup somewhere in a cabinet, poured it into a pot and started heating it up. while he waited for it to get hot, he got out a bowl for sam.]