hello my friend we meet again

[by_your_leave]

Who: Sir Fratley and YOU!
When: NEBULOUS. Anytime within the last week... ish. Dec 29th - Jan 4th.
Where: Anywhere. Running into him when he's out on patrol, being on patrol with him, catching him on his break at the precinct, when he's walking around half-human-- anything else you can think of.
Summary: Ever wanted to have a chat at the

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[littlepwny]

[The stupid geese. They were EVERYWHERE! It was hard for Rainbow Dash to get very far without having to change course to avoid ramming right into one of them! Thanks to her way with aerial tricks, she's managed to avoid any collissions so far.]

OW!

[Until today. Hey, Fratley! How about a little blue pony landing right in front of you?]

asdfjkl; PONY <3

[by_your_leave]

[ And Fratley blinks, because the last thing one expects when one's on a roof and scanning the street is a flying pony landing right in front of you.

He could probably be more surprised. Actually, he probably should be.

Instead, because it's Fratley, he drops down on one knee to give the pony a closer look. He's pretty sure he heard... him? her? say 'ow' before it landed... ]

... Are you all right? [ He'd offer a hand up, but she wouldn't need it anyway. ]

oh man sorry for the delay

[littlepwny]

[Dash gets onto her hooves, a bit discombobulated.]

D-did anyone catch the number of that goose?

no worries man o/

[by_your_leave]

[ The knight glances up, but the skies are clear enough-- if there are any geese around, they've fled the scene of the crime. ]

I'm afraid not. Do you need any medical attention? [ Because he is a police officer, after all, and she does look kind of... woozy. ]

/slams into this post-- @ the precinct!

[soldiershin]

[ He's on his break from one of the interrogations, staring down at the coffee maker with... some degree of confusion. He's seen people work these with little effort (seems to him that working a coffee maker was one of those essential, 2010 skill), though he couldn't quite say the same for himself. Oh, he knew the steps, but he never knew how much coffee to add. His drinks either came out too bitter or too watery, both of which did disgusting things on his tongue.

... Maybe he should settle for some tea instead. ]

fuck yes SPPD

[by_your_leave]

[ Actually, Fratley is probably the last person Jomy should run into, if coffee is what he's looking to make: Fratley treats the machine like a live bomb, and the results tend to taste accordingly (disastrous).

That doesn't quite stop him from trying, sometimes. He shuffles into the break room, blinking when he sees who's standing by the coffee maker. ]

Sir Jomy? Did you nee something?

[ He remembers that face from the NV, and he's occasionally seen him in passing at the precinct, but it's an acquaintance that really hasn't extended much beyond that. One ear pins back, mildly perplexed; he's surprised, though not unpleasantly so. ]

[soldiershin]

[ Glances up at the voice, not at all startled (it was kind of hard to be, really), though he can't help the slight staring. He's seen Fratley before, of course, but... it was another thing entirely to see the other in person. Offers a small, sheepish smile when he snaps out of it, then gestures a little at the coffee maker. ]

I was going to make a drink. I'm. . . er. [ Slight pause, and a vague roll of the shoulders (an aborted shrug). ] Trying to decide between coffee or tea.

[by_your_leave]

I see. [ Turns to look at the coffee maker as well, and-- well, it looks as baffling as it always does, a formidable appliance of metal and plastic that Fratley can never quite grasp how to operate. ]

... Do you have a preference?