officerwyler:
❝ hmmm ? ❞
by now, he’s long accustomed to the way his partner prefers calling him by his last name, an eyebrow arching as he waits for her to finish the sentence she’d started. ❝ jac, c’mon, i know it’s important– but you’re not very useful when you’ve been running yourself into the ground, not giving yourself a day or two to relax. our job is serious, and i’m glad you take it so seriously, but i wish you’d show yourself the same amount of concern or whatever. when was the last time you’d taken time off ? and not just one day, but a few in a row so you can sleep and shit ? ❞ colin allows a genuine frown to form upon his face at her comment, the man knowing she’s trying to play, but with her tone and expression, he wouldn’t of taken it in such a manner had he not known her so well. ❝ she’s asked about you joining us. alice likes you, and she’d let you pick the film and the snacks or whatever. so technically while not a line, she’s interested. ❞ he grabs a styrofoam cup from beside the machine, following suit and pouring himself a cup as well. he better have some before there’s either none left or they’re sent out on patrol. the taller allows himself to briefly ignore jac, though he almost drops the pot of coffee when she says they’re getting dinner. together. ❝ oh for arceus’ sake– is there no one better for you to take with you ? i mean, i’m not complaining that you’d wanna take me of all people… but seriously, don’t you see enough of me during the day ? ❞
Jac scowls behind her cup of coffee, taking his exasperation the wrong way. She didn’t need time off. She needed a partner that made less valid points. Shit, where was this Colin when they needed to question a perp?
She waves him and his good intentions off; edging out of the small break room towards the relative safety of her desk. “Fine—never mind! Consider your invitation revoked.” Jac wouldn’t admit to having few friends to call on in Kalos, and she definitely wouldn’t admit that Colin might be one of them.
Finely manicured nails rap pensively against the ceramic mug—like a glameow whisking its tail to and fro in agitation. She regretted brining any of this up—she avoided bringing up her personal life at work for these very reasons. “Thanks for the gift Wyler, I’m sure I’ll find some use for it.”
