Liam Kincaid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
firstofitskind) wrote2020-09-06 10:30 pm
firstofitskind) wrote2020-09-06 10:30 pm
Steve’s Desk At The Trooper Station, Absurdly Early Monday Morning
So early, in fact, that most sensible people would still consider it Sunday night, Liam made his way into the station with a bag full of catnip.
He headed straight for Steve’s desk, where he proceeded to sprinkle some of the bag’s content on the chair, and stashed the rest at the back of the desk’s bottom drawer. His efforts were rewarded when Lasä came sauntering out of the shadows, nose twitching, and then hopped up on the chair and began to roll around, purring all the while.
Liam grinned, giving the station cat a scritch behind the ears before he turned to leave, shutting the lights off and locking the door behind him.
[ooc: NFB and establishy!]
He headed straight for Steve’s desk, where he proceeded to sprinkle some of the bag’s content on the chair, and stashed the rest at the back of the desk’s bottom drawer. His efforts were rewarded when Lasä came sauntering out of the shadows, nose twitching, and then hopped up on the chair and began to roll around, purring all the while.
Liam grinned, giving the station cat a scritch behind the ears before he turned to leave, shutting the lights off and locking the door behind him.
[ooc: NFB and establishy!]