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[ Leaning over the counter to check. Yep, there's Ripley. He'll be coming around to kneel down by his friend and shake him gently by the shoulder then. ]

[Nope, not getting up, Sheriff. Just going to groan at you a little and roll over. Mn. Knees make good pillows.]

[ Oh no. Not this again. He doesn't have the heart to move you, Ripley! ]

[It's not his fault you're a sap, Graham. You had to know this was going to happen. Ripley shifts to get more comfortable and furrows his brows at the scratchy feeling of Graham's pants against his cheek.]

Mnf [Groggy eye rubbing and a glance up. Oh. It's the Sheriff. Must be past closing time.]

Evenun', Sharuf.

Evening, Ripley.

[ Have a raised eyebrow, dear friend. ]

Want me to help you up?

Ahm h'actually verruh comfurtable.

[Have a crooked smile and Ripley still has not moved from the Sheriff's knees. He knows he should get up. That Graham being here means the last half of the day the shop has been effectively closed. It was likely someone had called Graham to tell him, which meant it was possible they had called his boss first.

He groaned and draped an arm over his eyes, by draping it across Graham's legs. Cursed Narcolepsy aught to jump off a damn bloody cliff.]

Well, I'm not. And it's closing time.

[ So he'll be hooking his arms under Ripley's to pull him with as he gets to his feet. ]

Don't make me carry you, Rip...

[What was that, Sheriff? Sorry, Ripley's just become dead weight in your arms again. Yeah. He's definitely out cold.]

[ Oh, hell.... ]

I had to go and say it.

[ You know what you're missing right now because you're asleep, Ripley? Sheriff Graham sticking a hand in your pocket to find the key so he can lock the door for you.

Having found it he finds a notepad and scribbles down a note for whoever comes to open in the morning explaining that Ripley passed out again and that if there's something he should have done before closing that is now not done it's Graham's fault for carrying him out.

Then he hoists Ripley up over one shoulder with a grunt.

He does check so that no machines or appliances or anything are left running, and he hits the light before going out the door, fumbling a little with the keys before managing to finally lock up. ]

You owe me big time, buddy.

[ Muttered as he carries his friend over to his car to gently lie him down in the back seat.

He slams the door shut a little extra hard both closing the back door, and then again when he's taken his own seat.

And they're off, going back to Ripley's place. All things considered there are worse routines to have, Graham supposes. ]

[All the slamming gets is a barely conscience protest and Ripley is curled against the familiar back of Graham's car seats. Tomorrow there will be irritated coworkers to deal with, but right now? This is a safe and familiar feeling and he smiles in his sleep.

Graham, you're too soft. Seriously. You should have made him sleep on that cold hard floor all night.

Now you don't even get your daily dose. You'll just have to steal some coffee from Ripley's home stash before you go.]

[ No need to dig around in Rip's pockets again to find the key to the front door, he made his friend give him a spare a while ago. He feels having to carry a guy to bed on a regular basis makes you entitled to have a key to his house.

So he hauls Rip out of the car, lifting him up on his shoulder once more. ]

You are going to ruin my back.

[ Because talking to someone who's asleep is very productive. He manages to get the door open, and uses a leg to prevent Wolf from getting out. ]

Hey there, boy. Just bringing your daddy home.

Edited 2012-10-11 23:58 (UTC)

[Wolf's entire backside wags with his happiness at the two men being back. People could claim the breed to be mean and vicious all the liked until they met Wolf who was nothing but slobbery love and affection.

Blame it on living with a man like Ripley. He was so laid back, it was only natural his dog would be as well, never knowing a reason to stress other than wondering when Rip would be home.

The house is pretty clean, other than a few coffee mugs sitting out and a couple of shirts draped here or there. One of Graham's ruined ties lies on the floor where Wolf had been chewing on it.

Ripley mad a sleepy sound and one of his hands curled in the back of the Sheriff's shirt reflexively. Good luck getting him off now, Graham.]

[ He's used to peeling sleepy Ripley off of himself, but it must be said that it can be quite a challenge at times.

He pokes Wolf aside gently with his foot so that he can get inside the house, and pulls the door shut. ]

He's hopeless, isn't he? Though I suppose he can't help it.

[ Talking to the dog now as he made his way towards Ripley's bedroom. ]

Not his fault that he's sick, or whatever you're supposed to call it.

[Wolf follows on Graham's heels like the loyal, happy pup he is, hopping up onto the box by the bed and then onto the mattress as soon as Graham reaches the bedroom. The dog is spoiled, but he's far from rotten and it's always clear that he and Ripley were pretty much made for each other, when it came to man and man's best canine friend.

Ripley has started the faint stirring and half formed murmurs of words that indicate he's not in that deep, deathly sleep he usually collapses into. The one he had been when Graham woke him up the first time. He breathes in deeply and makes a quiet, happy murmur in his throat that melts into a yawn.]

Out of the way, boy, have to put this big lug in bed and I don't want him squashing you.

[ Said as he carefully lowered Rip onto the bed. Now to get him to release his grip on Graham's shirt. ]

Come on, man, let go...

[Ripley's grip doesn't loosen, and the shirt drags up a good ways before it finally slips between his fingers. But Ripley's nearly conscious now and if he had not been before, he would be the moment Graham set him down.

Because Wolf was a very happy dog, and he had missed his person, so the dog's slobbery greeting would be the second thing to wake Ripley up this weekend.

He laughed groggily and shoved Wolf away, draping his arms over his face with a muffled cut it out, boy until Wolf settled back down, sitting happily beside Ripley and grinning that canine smile at Graham.]

Would you look at that, true love's kiss awakened Sleeping Beauty.

[ Graham straightens up and stands with his hands on his hips to look down at Ripley with amusement. ]

Ahn you ahr juss ahs bad f'r encuuragun' him, Sharuf.

[Ripley rubbed his face again and laughed, still sprawled out where Graham had set him.]

uhgh, dog breath.

Think you're just smelling yourself actually.

[ Because he just couldn't stop teasing. He really should be going, probably, but for some reason he lingered, looking down at Ripley with his hands on his hips. ]

veruh funneh, sharuf.

[Ripley tugged Wolf into a hug and half wrestled the dog before pulling himself up into a sitting position on the bed, Wolf half in his lap.]

Thanks. F'r bringin' me 'ome.

[Graham was always far too nice to him.]

Evun if it wahr just so you cuuld see Wolf.

[He smirked, which with his sleepy expression looked more like a lop-sided grin. But he teased as well, and he often claimed Graham only tolerated him so the Sheriff could visit his dog.]

[ Bringing the dog up gave Graham an excuse to sit down on the edge of the bed so that he could scratch the canine behind his floppy ears. ]

Couldn't leave him worrying where his person had gone off to.

[ There's a note of actual sincerity there. ]

Edited 2012-10-23 00:01 (UTC)