[ It wasn't very often that John actually got out of the the research department, if only because he secluded himself there voluntarily. Sure, he managed to attend the assorted if brief celebrations held after victories, or during birthdays and holidays when a Kaiju wasn't trying to rip apart humanity. But most of his time was spent elbow-deep in Kaiju remains.
He managed to make his way out of the labs a few times to see Garou, whistling at the impressive progress made in the past couple days as led by his tiny almost-sister-in-law as she ripped through every diagnostic check until it was perfect. They wouldn't be heading out on any missions yet, not with the rangers getting adjusted to one another first, but he felt it wouldn't be long. When Stiles was in the lab, he wouldn't shut up about it.
But with Stiles not there, John doesn't think to leave his research, sitting backwards in his swivel chair with his chin propped on the back of it as he types away. Laura is, essentially, a godsend. His wolfish angel in uniform.
Swiveling his chair instead of turning his head to look at her, he grins wide. ] What can I do for you, officer?
[ A smile breaks across her face, and Laura produces a tupperware from behind her back. She's not in the business of making lunch (and that should be a godsend to anyone who knows her), but Laura can at least bring things from the caf with zero to no effort, and she gives it a little shake. ] I brought something for your good behavior.
[ Breezing across the room past a couple of the other scientists, Laura greets them with a wave and makes her way to John's desk, dodging around a table full of various kaiju parts with practiced efforts, and stopping in front him with her hands on her hips, police officer voice still very much on. ] So long as you haven't been violating probation, that is.
[ Thank god that's not homemade by Laura, to be honest. John spent years of his life eating horrible shit, and putting horrible things into his system, but her cooking could kill a Kaiju if they dropped it into the Breach. Sitting up slowly, he cracks his back and stretches his legs out on either side of his chair with a pleased sort of look on his face. ] How generous!
[ Hugging his arms around the back of his chair, he peers up at her, drops his eyes to the tupperware, then looks back up at her face with wide, innocent eyes. (Or, well, as innocent as John Cheese can possibly get.) ] I haven't set foot out of this laboratory once, ma'am. I have witnesses!
[ Holding the box just a little out of his reach, Laura settles backwards on his desk, looking around the room and leaning in like she's being conspiratorial. She's not, really. ]
Your usual witness is missing. [ Laura knows exactly where he is, but chances are, John will know more--Stiles trusts him with his life and babbles to him about his life a lot more than he does to Laura. Laura likes the kid, she really, really does, but he and John have this weird bond that she can't really describe. Bromance, basically.
Tapping the container, she sets it down against her thighs and smiles at John, big and bright, and, well, cheesy. ] I supppooose you can pass, you miscreant.
[ The fact that John managed to find someone that plays along the same way that he does is a little thrilling, even after they've been together as long as they have. He can't help but use his feet to scuttle a little closer to where she's seated herself.
He knows why she's looking around, but instead just looks up at her benignly. ] He's with his new boyfriend.
[ You can't blame him for calling Derek that, considering how much Stiles talks about him and Garou and the whole ranger thing. He just kind of wants to push them together and tell them to kiss at this point, because he's caught Derek watching Stiles in the halls when they head for the mess hall or mission control.
Weaseling closer to her so that his chair bumps into her knees, he sneaks his fingers up her calves rather obviously. ] Reaaaaally?
[ Laura snorts and rolls her eyes, although it's affectionate. She loves her baby brother, with all of her heart and soul, and she wants him to move on, because he deserves it, especially with that kid. But it doesn't mean she can't make fun of him mercilessly for it, first. ] What is it, third date now?
[ Laura twitches her legs ticklishly when his fingers slide up them, and she bends over to lean in towards him, still holding lunch, just above his lap. ] Tell you what, I'm kinda a dirty cop, so I need a bribe.
[ And with a mischievous smile, she taps her lips. Pucker up, buttercup. ]
Thereabouts. They're getting suited up for their drift test-- circuitry suit and the test helmet, not the whole-- [ John rocks his head back and forth, as if that makes any sense at all. (At least Laura will understand he means the whole armor shebang.) ] I'm waiting for Stiles to come in whining about how it makes your brother's butt look.
[ Wiggling his fingers behind her knees, he pauses in his idle teasing as Laura leans down over him, peering up over the rims of his wayfarers at her. ] Kinda?
[ But teasing aside, it's easy for him to plant his feet flat on the floor so he can push up from the seat of his chair, fingers curling in the material of her pants as he dramatically purses his lips and presses them to hers like a dumbass. Consider him puckered up. ]
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BUT STILL GOOD
He managed to make his way out of the labs a few times to see Garou, whistling at the impressive progress made in the past couple days as led by his tiny almost-sister-in-law as she ripped through every diagnostic check until it was perfect. They wouldn't be heading out on any missions yet, not with the rangers getting adjusted to one another first, but he felt it wouldn't be long. When Stiles was in the lab, he wouldn't shut up about it.
But with Stiles not there, John doesn't think to leave his research, sitting backwards in his swivel chair with his chin propped on the back of it as he types away. Laura is, essentially, a godsend. His wolfish angel in uniform.
Swiveling his chair instead of turning his head to look at her, he grins wide. ] What can I do for you, officer?
HELL YEAH
[ Breezing across the room past a couple of the other scientists, Laura greets them with a wave and makes her way to John's desk, dodging around a table full of various kaiju parts with practiced efforts, and stopping in front him with her hands on her hips, police officer voice still very much on. ] So long as you haven't been violating probation, that is.
HALECHEESES
[ Hugging his arms around the back of his chair, he peers up at her, drops his eyes to the tupperware, then looks back up at her face with wide, innocent eyes. (Or, well, as innocent as John Cheese can possibly get.) ] I haven't set foot out of this laboratory once, ma'am. I have witnesses!
hale to the cheese bb
Your usual witness is missing. [ Laura knows exactly where he is, but chances are, John will know more--Stiles trusts him with his life and babbles to him about his life a lot more than he does to Laura. Laura likes the kid, she really, really does, but he and John have this weird bond that she can't really describe. Bromance, basically.
Tapping the container, she sets it down against her thighs and smiles at John, big and bright, and, well, cheesy. ] I supppooose you can pass, you miscreant.
awww yisss
He knows why she's looking around, but instead just looks up at her benignly. ] He's with his new boyfriend.
[ You can't blame him for calling Derek that, considering how much Stiles talks about him and Garou and the whole ranger thing. He just kind of wants to push them together and tell them to kiss at this point, because he's caught Derek watching Stiles in the halls when they head for the mess hall or mission control.
Weaseling closer to her so that his chair bumps into her knees, he sneaks his fingers up her calves rather obviously. ] Reaaaaally?
no subject
[ Laura twitches her legs ticklishly when his fingers slide up them, and she bends over to lean in towards him, still holding lunch, just above his lap. ] Tell you what, I'm kinda a dirty cop, so I need a bribe.
[ And with a mischievous smile, she taps her lips. Pucker up, buttercup. ]
no subject
[ Wiggling his fingers behind her knees, he pauses in his idle teasing as Laura leans down over him, peering up over the rims of his wayfarers at her. ] Kinda?
[ But teasing aside, it's easy for him to plant his feet flat on the floor so he can push up from the seat of his chair, fingers curling in the material of her pants as he dramatically purses his lips and presses them to hers like a dumbass. Consider him puckered up. ]