(OOC: Backdated to the 3rd, because I am TERRIBLE.)
Meggie is eight years old today. She hasn't done anything to celebrate her birthday since her mother was around, though - since she turned four - because none of the foster families bothered. And so she wakes up expecting nothing of the day, because that's what's normal. The Tower does see fit to
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Either way, he's feeling triumphant with his newest scheme, and walks into the office confidently. His wings are hidden away at the moment, as he'd had to walk to the local gas station to pick up the sweet tea and a bottle of Dr Pepper for himself. He knocks cheerily on the doorframe as he steps inside.
"Hey, Bones--" he singsongs a little, before taking in the disarray of the room around him. "Woah, did something explode in here?"
It takes him a second to realize Bones is wearing just jeans and a t-shirt in contrast to his usual more formal work clothes--not that Jim's minding the view, of course. However, even he's distracted from that sight by the various debris scattered around the man.
"Bones," he beings, smirking in amusement. "Were you trying to build something?" He makes it sound as preposterous as pigs flying (or considering the avian race with noses similar to pig snouts they'd encountered on one away mission, even more preposterous).
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