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*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.

Oh, c'mon, Carly! Doing your laundry late at night can't possibly be worth turning this down! *his right hand resists, though. It hangs to his shirt like a kitty on a motivational poster*

If you wanna do it in private then you'll to get a twin and a couple of blonde wigs. *shrugs* Don't ask, it's a rule.

I bet that's what your therapits say all the time....

Are you under the mistaken impression that I live in an apartment black and need to do my laundry at night? *tries to wriggle his fingers beneath Shawn's to prise them open*

... Are you not so subtly telling me about a fantasy you might have?

What would you know about what my therapists say?

That sounds kinda like apartment-ism. Gus would so bitchslap you if he could hear you right now. *his fingers won't let go. His legs support this motion by wrapping themselves around his ankle* Dude, seriously, what could be possibly more interesting than hanging with me?

Not at all. I'm just subtly implanting an idea in your head.

It's a psychic's hobby. It was either reading yoru therapist's mind or collecting cuppons.