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[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*head down on his desk, asleep*

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[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

*sits heavily next to his head, two cups of starbucks coffee on his hands*

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*stirs, getting a first hand eyeful of Shawn's ass before looking up bleerily*

Mhhm?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Good morning, Lassy-homus erectus! *chuckles at his own joke* Had a tough night? *takes a sip of coffee*

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*huffs and scrubs his eyes* What time is it?

[dead-bob-rcmp.livejournal.com]

Whooo-oooo-oooooooooooo

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*opens one eye* ... What the hell?

[dead-bob-rcmp.livejournal.com]

Whooo-oooo-oooooooo! *tickles him*

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE FUCK!!! *struggles up, lashing out*

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Dude, sir. I don't know about Canada's etiquette, and please don't get me wrong but, stalkers are kind of considered as weirdos here.

[dead-bob-rcmp.livejournal.com]

As they are here, Yank. As they are here.

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

... That's my polite way of asking why are you following me around. You're a fan? Want me to sign something for a cute granddaughter?

[im-with-genius.livejournal.com]

*sends a code that causes his PC to give one, loud, very annoying BEEP*

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*jumps back in his chair, toppling it over*

[im-with-genius.livejournal.com]

Good morning, detective.

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*struggles back up and glares at his monitor*

Let me be the judge of that.

[miss-admin.livejournal.com]

Not getting enough sleep detective?

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*sleepy-eyed, but full of snark* Obviously not.

[miss-admin.livejournal.com]

Can you think of reasons why?

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Several.

[smellsofpeaches.livejournal.com]

Hi, Carlton-- *walks up, sees he's sleeping, contemplates waking him up...

--walks away with a smile*

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*mumbles something in his sleep and stretches out an arm to pull his pen pot into a hug*

[smellsofpeaches.livejournal.com]

*giggles at him from the safety of her desk*

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*walking around a bit lost*
*looks quizzically at lassiter's hand that is slowly sliding across the desk to the edge and moves the cup of coffee out of the way just in time*


ooc: the mun is dying laughing on the floor at rodney's and jules' threads and demands to hear lassy sing age of aquarius :D

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*snorts in his sleep, grinning inanely against the desk* ....ssmmuhp mit, awn....

(ooc: \o/)

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*attempts to hide a snicker with the back of her hand*
*she notes that the coffee cup is the place that Shawn frequents*

*clears throat as non-annoyingly as possible*
....um....*ahem*...