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*he can actually feel the chair arm creaking as Shawn shifts and wriggles about on it. If he ends up on the floor it'd almost be worth it*

I won't be the one carrying the extra weight that pushes it over the edge and breaks it.

That's great. You can go and accuse her of this psychic vision then. She won't spend a week not talking to you or anything, I'm sure.

*leans over Lassie again, clinging to his head and making the chair creak again at the change of weight*

Just because the two of us just became one you can't keep blaming me for everything.

Dude, this is the kind of thing we men are supposed to keep from women. It's like when your wif-- *shakes his head; he needs an example that's closer to home. Like... A sister. Lassie's got a sister!* It's like when your sister is sooooo pregnant that she looks like a swolen hyppo and all you can say is that she's glowing!

*winces, bracing himself and pushing Shawn's arms away from his head*

Don't turn this into a crappy 90's girlband song.

*turns his head to look up at him* Telling O'Hara that she's glowing won't stop her from stealing my food.

*looses his balance, his first reaction is reaching out and getting hold of Lassie's shoulders and neck, like a cat holding to the bathroom's door when it's owner is trying to give it a bath. The chair leans to Shawn's side dangerously...*

Oh, but I wanna try my brit accent already! Or I will not be amuuuused!

*he narrows his eyes, wrinkling his nose a bit* No, but if she's really glowing you can expect a lot more of food stealing in the next months.

*jerks to the side, feeling the chair go off balance and instinctively grabbing the chair's arms.... one of which is actually Shawn's upper thigh*

Just, don't start singing. Or dancing.

*blinks at him, his mouth hanging open a bit* She's not...? See? This is the problem with employing women! You just get settled in around them and your work well as a team and then they go and get knocked up!

*Shawn's grin grows wider. And his hip might have just rocked upwards as he gets more comfortable on the armrest*

Can I lipsync? Whistle? Clap my hands after one steady rythm?

Very well put for a man still living in the 60s. *nods* It's terrible, really. This just proves that men should only date fellow male co-workers.

*looks down at his hand and then up at Shawn. It's frustrating to think that he'd prove nothing at all by pointing out that Shawn reacted to his touch*

All musical activities are band within my vicinity.

At least they won't get pregnant accidently, but dating tends to be the problem with combining women and work really. If they just stuck to the dating we wouldn't get in these situations.

*wraps his arms around Lassie's, keeping his arm at place. He smiles at a young brunette officer that passes by, she visibly tries to keep her head down*

It's good that we're not near your place then.

What about Cassual Dating Fridays? Nobody would wear any uniforms and accidental pregnancies would be confined to just one day a week.

*its almost not worth fighting for all the good it does him, but he can't be seen to be accepting this, especially when impressionable officers are making a show of not looking at them*

Do you remember when I bent your pinkie finger back the wrong way? *he growled* That's not the only body part that can be done to.

Is casual dating something you want to encourage?

*doesn't move an inch or show any signs to attempt to move an inch. Not even less that that.*

And that's exactly why after that Christmas Santa got me an insurance over my non-bendable body.

I'm merely encouraging love between people who already love each other but are afraid of showing or getting arrested because of it.

*might be very close to growling*

I'm sure with that insurance pay out you can buy a new one...

So.... Your idea of showing love for someone is to casually date them?

*slips off the armrest and down on his lap*

I'm sure that this kinda threats make baby Jesus weep. What kinda man makes a baby cry? Do you wanna be that sort of man, Carly?

*purses his lips, thinking about it* Sharing cheetos. That's the ultimate love gesture.

Oof! *moves his hands around Shawn's waist, for a moment he slips one hand between his thighs, then he pulls it back and shoves him*

Yes. I've made a couple of babies cry in the past, they were no match for me.

... A morning after breakfast, you mean?

*yelps, clinging to Lassie's shirt as he falls backwards and off his lap-seat*

Where you fighting for the role of Baby Herman! I knew I had seen your face somewhere before we started our precious and manly companionship! Wait. Let's google it, I need further proof!

An anytime snack. Sharing your cheetos means you're willing to give more than just sex.

*jerks forwards as his shirt tears a button out*

.... What are you going to do if you were proved right with your google search?

Really? What more does a person who shares cheetos give?

*is sitting on the floor, between Lassie's legs and still holding to the Head Detective's shirt. He looks up with big sad eyes.* I think I broke my bootie.... *D:*

Sharing it with the world is totally the most probable outcome.

A healthy share of one of the most delicious nacho flavored delight. Seriously, who willingly gives cheetos? People in loooove! That kinda people gives them away!

*forceably on the edge of his seat, bent over Shawn. Don't offer to kiss it better later. Don't offer to kiss it better later. At least pretend to be harder to get, Carlton!* .... I think I've heard you say something like that before...

That's what I suspected.

Cheetos? That's it? That's a complete and utter gip. I thought it'd be something a little more interesting at least.

*Shawn's lower lip begins to do it's trembling act. It's sad. The saddest trembling lip you'll ever see, Carlton Lassiter.* .... I thought we had a procedure when it came to broken booties. I think it's called a 0690.

Or you could come out by yourself... *raises his hands and pretends to measure the options*

Some people give cheetos while other people gives birds. I'd take the cheetos. Or cheetoes shaped as birds, if you wanna be extra original.

*His head craned up to check the area within earshot. The last thing he needed was McNab asking about procedural codes that didn't exist. It hurt his neck though, and his back wasn't massively happy, either* That's an off duty only procedure.

*reaches out and pushes down one of his hands* Not going to happen.

I'll remember what I need to give you if you ever threaten me with divorce then. Though, there's a good chance I'll remember and then chose not to give you the Cheetos anyway.

Feeling like off-duttying tonight, officer? *smirks, not lowering his voice at all. And still hanging from Lassie's shirt, like an oversized clip on Shawn toy*

Fine... *sighs* I guess we'll have to do this the hard way.

Oh, Carly.... *puts a hand on his chest, then wipes an imaginary tear away* That's gotta be the most unromantic proposal since Jeff Miranda proposed to Snookie on the cover of that magazine!

*his face doesn't even react, he was expecting Shawn to be indiscrete about any leway Carlton gave him. That didn't mean his stomach didn't lurch a bit, but that could have been the position he was in* I'm busy tonight.

It's the only way to do it.

*snorts and shakes his head* You'll get a penguin before you get that.

Is it bridge night? Because that would be a total reasonable reason to call off a night of wild 0690's.

There's always the Shawn way to do it.

*pouts, cocking his head to the side, 'till his cheek brushes his shoulder* But I'm alergic to penguins, Carly! Trust me, I learnt the nasty way.

No, I have other plans that don't involve bending myself to your wants. *he says, still bent over*

What does the Shawn way of doing it look like?

Really? What do they do to you then?

That's funny... *rubs the fabric of his shirt with his thumbs, his face blank in disappointment* Because I thought I was doing the bending over. *shrugs* If you're willing to change that I'm game!

It often looks like a 80s sitcom, with extra falling on a couch while laughing and solving our problems with a hug.

Telling you would ruin 13 years of therapy.

*finally moves one hand to disentangle it from his shirt* Why don't you just remember that postition for another night? I'm sure it'll keep.

Do we have to do that in public in a coffee shop at all?

Tell me. I want to know. I'm sure your mom will fix you again just fine.