Sheriff's Office; Trooper Station. Sunday Morning [ 04/25 ].
Yesterday had been such an exciting day for Angua, and she hadn't even taken a nap, and then Mister Vimes had been very nice and given her a red bouncy ball and a squeaky toy shaped like a steak, and even let her stay with him at the Trooper Station so that she didn't have to go back to that weird flat in the building that smelled like icky vampires. She'd slept extremely well, curled up at the foot of Mister Vimes' bed, but now, she was up. And she'd been up, but Mister Vimes still wasn't up, and Angua was starting to get impatient.
She'd tried to be patient. She wanted to be, because she'd even gone and accidentally did a mess on the carpets (she was just too excited!), and she didn't want to get the rolled up newspaper, but she was getting hungry and wanted to play.
Which was why she was back on the bed, tail wagging, nudging Mister Vimes slightly before going for the big step and licking his face to wake him.
Good morning kisses! her slobbery tongue seemed to say. Time to get up, Mister Vimes! Time for more bacon sammiches and patrolling! Wake upm, wake up, wake up!
[[ for the poor, poor man whose office i have permissibly modded ]]
She'd tried to be patient. She wanted to be, because she'd even gone and accidentally did a mess on the carpets (she was just too excited!), and she didn't want to get the rolled up newspaper, but she was getting hungry and wanted to play.
Which was why she was back on the bed, tail wagging, nudging Mister Vimes slightly before going for the big step and licking his face to wake him.
Good morning kisses! her slobbery tongue seemed to say. Time to get up, Mister Vimes! Time for more bacon sammiches and patrolling! Wake upm, wake up, wake up!
[[ for the poor, poor man whose office i have permissibly modded ]]