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[sexualtourettes]

With a bit of time to spare before he was due for his shift in the clinic, Coop decided to make a stop in the rec room to visit the evil bookshelf. Sitting and waiting for an interesting case to fall into his lap got old pretty fast, so books kept him busy while he waited. It was that, or spend the majority of the shift twiddling his thumbs with

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[vvdanicavv]

Danica didn't know what had got Coop's tail wagging today, and she was sure she didn't want to. Usually, she'd stop just to wipe the smile off his face but she was in a lazy mood and wasn't riled enough to make any effort to bust his balls. It wasn't like he was going anywhere.

It didn't look like she was either. What the fuck was he doing? Grabbing her boob wasn't enough, now he had to go for all of her? Mentally-fucking-retarded didn't even begin to cover it. She stood still, though not rigid, and rolled her eyes heavenward, sucking in a breath so she could yell "RAPE!"

[vvdanicavv]

Over time, Danica had found it harder and harder to take Coop seriously, which actually worked in his favor sometimes. If she couldn't take him seriously, she couldn't get worked up, and a Danica that could let things go was always better than one that couldn't.

She reached up and patted him on the cheek, a faint smile to go along with it. "More's the pity, Fitch," she told him as she moved past him, though it sounded like she was saying it because that was what was expected of her, and not because she actually meant it.