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[roughsjustice]

[ Klavier is seated somewhere convenient in the mess hall. He has a cup of coffee next to him, and apple pie!! In front of him is a sign that says:

TALK TO ME IN THE NAME OF FORENSIC SKYENCE!!!
Go talk to him! ]

((Gonna stop tagging for now! Will tag both old and new when I get enough rest!))

Comments

[reach_within]

Okay, I'm pretty sure that doesn't actually count as a word.

[roughsjustice]

It's a clever pun.

[reach_within]

Also pretty sure it's only clever when you don't gotta explain it.

[roughsjustice]

Well, if it brings me the desired crowd I need, it works.

[reach_within]

Aces. You have fun with your inside jokes.

[roughsjustice]

You get it, ja?

[reach_within]

I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess this is about Detective Skye. Mmmostly 'cause of the part where she doesn't want me to talk to you.

[roughsjustice]

Indeed, it is.

I don't know why she says things like that, honestly. I'm a very honest man.

[reach_within]

Uh-huh.

[roughsjustice]

It comes with my profession!

[reach_within]

Which would be...

[roughsjustice]

A prosecutor!

[reach_within]

... You.

[roughsjustice]

Don't judge a book by its cover, ja?

[reach_within]

Think it's kinda late for that one.

[roughsjustice]

. . . why is that?