“Highly unlikely.” Now he stands. “And considering your attitude, once could say yours are bigger.” He grabs his cup of coffee and the folder of paper he had recently finished, and makes him way for the door. Though not he muffled something in french as he took a sip of the remainings of his coffee.
Wow rude.
And sure, the longest he’d spent awake in the line of duty was two days on a stakeout (he slept for fucking ages after that), but still. Ain’t ro reason t’ be like that. Condecendin’ and so far up y’ own ass y’ vomit shit all over the goddamn place.
But in all honesty, the guy probably wasn’t worth the effort of riling up. Looked like a right prick anyway. But a parting jab was never missed.
“‘Least y’ recognise ‘t y’ stuck up shit.” He mutters, watching him leave. He considers screwing around with his desk or hiding his pens or some shit; but he really couldn’t be arsed. He’d wait fer him to piss off and then leave himself. Last thing he’d want to do was get stuck in the lift with him or somethin’.
He stood by his door, holding it open for the other, waiting for him to leave first so that his items re not played with. "Do I need to drag you out here myself? I'd rather not exert myself so early in the day." The blonde lawyer was giving him a rather cold glare now. Almost as if he was trying to mentally communicate with him or something. But either way he just stood there, staring.









