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[nicotinebullets]

What: Misery loves company. Havoc drags the rookie into some paperwork.
Who: Havoc and Kankuro
When: Monday, July 14th, Afternoon
Where: SFPD Offices
Rating: TBA
Open/Closed To: Kankuro

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[dexterous_fake]

Kankuro came into the room with a disgruntled look on his face before he just narrowly missed a dart that jumped into the door. Wide eyes searched around the room for the culprit before tugging it lose.

"Think this is yours," he replied tossing it back, the sharp edge landing into the wall beside Havoc's head as a big grin spread across his face. Of all things to be stuck with it was with Mr. Tight Wad and a stack of paperwork.

He would have preferred a night of Maes picture bible and a pot of coffee.

[nicotinebullets]

"Look who it is, my favorite punk Rookie," Havoc drawled, reaching behind his head to pull the dart out of the wall. He would've admitted that he might've blinked, but wasn't going to admit that to the recruit. Havoc still couldn't remember for the life of him if Kankuro had achieved the rank above a office grunt or not, but he didn't waste any time thinking about it before he indicated the chair across from him.

"Sit. We've got work to do." Pushing a stack of papers towards the edge of the table, Havoc pointed to the color Post-It's sticking out on the side. "There's witness reports. You take a stack and I take the other. We're supposed to write up a cumulative report on the whole thing. So get started if you want to sleep anytime soon."

[dexterous_fake]

"Whaaat?" Kankuro said with a whine before he took a seat opposite to Havoc with a grunt. This was not his plan on how to spend the week, a Monday no less. His clear eyes wondered over the stack as he put a hand down to pick up the first sheet.

"Is this what they mean by the hands on experience?" he asked being completely serious, but considering his usual behavior it came across as the opposite. With another whine, Kankuro rolled his eyes for added emphasis knowing that when he'd joined up with the force this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind.

There was a reason he used the computer for checking sites, and paper was only good for basketballs and a trashcan. Maybe if he skimmed over enough he could find some really good typo's to laugh about.

[nicotinebullets]

"It's exactly what they meant," Havoc replied with a mundane tone, his thoughts already submersed in the accident details written on the paper in his hand. Smoke billowed from his mouth and into the air as he picked up an illegal cigarette from his illegal ash tray behind him. "It's called disclipline. No good is going to come out of things if you wave your big gun around and shoot every civilian in sight."