[closed] coffee is good for the soul

[flamberge]

Who: Randolph Lyall, Karl Aurion and Nick Burkhardt
When: 2/10
Where: Lyall's classroom
What: Two modified cops and a werewolf teacher drink some coffee together.

[Ah lunchtime. That nice break teachers get from teaching all those wonderful teenagers and grading papers. Lunch breaks have been especially pleasant ever since Lyall's forgiven Karl for hiding all the cop stuff. He had missed just chatting with the other man, at times over coffee and other times over coffee with Nick.

Thankfully, the past is the past and now everything is back to normal, muses Karl as he walks down the hall towards the biology classroom. Well, mostly normal aside from the fact that Karl may have inadvertently convinced a memoryless Nick that he was trying to set him up with Lyall. A fun little misunderstanding that hadn't felt necessary to be cleared up. It's more than likely for the best, too. Explaining things could have lead to risky territory and best to avoid that. Best to just let the other officer believe that a superior officer is playing Cupid.

Those thoughts get pushed aside upon arriving at his destination. He knocks at the door (always better to knock than not in his opinion). Yes, having someone to chat with like this really is nice.]

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[detectivetroll]

[Nick's been to the school often enough by now that he knows when lunch time is, and he's there right as it starts. He's never brought food along with the coffee before, but now's as good at time as any. To make up for giving them a hard time when he didn't remember the network, or something.

That, and he has the feeling he isn't going to get time for another break today, so it's better to eat while he can.

It's nothing fancy, just some Chinese and Thai take-out - the diet of a busy detective, aside from pizza - but they're at least authentic, and he'd brought enough of a variety that hopefully there will be something they like.

If nothing else, he's pretty sure it's miles above what the school is serving, going by the jealous looks of the students he passes on the way there, and a couple of them who mistake him for a delivery guy and try to convince him that they're the ones who ordered it.

He makes it to Lyall's classroom with all of his bags safely intact, though, and smiles when he sees Karl standing outside of it.]

Hey, man, I hope you're hungry.

[professorwolf]

[Lyall pauses in his collecting of microscopes from the lab tables, hearing the footsteps outside and, shortly after, the knock and Nick's voice. He calls over:]

Come in! The door is unlocked!

[Inside, the students are all gone, but there are still some bits of lab equipment about. Lyall's still in the process of putting things away.]

[flamberge]

[Someone approaching catches Karl's attention quickly enough and a quick glance reveals none other than Nick, with bags of what can be assumed to be food. Ah, what would they do without this guy and his thoughtfulness?

A nod of greeting gets sent Nick's way as opens the door. Karl stands there, motioning for the other officer to go in first. The guy who brings food gets doors held for him, it's only common courtesy.]

Even if I wasn't, I'd make an exception for that.

[Cause really, who'd ever refuse free food?]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick gives Karl a grin of thanks as he ducks into the classroom.]

Hey, Lyall.

[He sets the bags and coffee down on one of the tables without any lab equipment, turning back towards Karl.]

Good, because it'd be a shame if this went to waste, after managing to get it here. Some of the students can be persistent.

[professorwolf]

Students should know better than to harass a police officer with food.

[Lyall flashes them both a quick smile, then gets back to his task.]

Give me one moment, and I'll be over to join you, I need to get these put away. How are you two, then?

[flamberge]

[That commentary manages to get a small smirk even out of Karl as he follows Nick inside and shut the door behind them.]

Well enough. A free meal tends to brighten up any day.

[detectivetroll]

I should add 'unobservant' to 'persistent,' because I think some of them thought I was a delivery guy.

[Nick sees that smirk, man. Karl should do it more often.]

Considering I'm actually taking a lunch break today, pretty good.

[professorwolf]

Do you usually not?

[That's called back out from inside the storage closest in the back of the room, where Lyall keeps his lab equipment.]

That's hardly healthy of you, Nick.

[flamberge]

[One day he will actually smile more. ONE DAY.]

Doing what we do often means sacrificing eating actual meals.

[Hence why most of his diet used to be cup ramen and coffee.]

[detectivetroll]

[Until then, Nick will be content with the little things. Or try to get him drunk.]

Um.

[That's a very eloquent response to Lyall's question there, so it's probably a good thing that Karl's already answered it. He grins a little.]

Hey, we've got to be hungry to take a bite out of crime, right?

[professorwolf]

Do people really still say that?

[There's a little clattering from the lab room, and then Lyall comes back out, hands free. He's grinning, though there's a hint of something guilty to it as he gets closer to them. Once he's close enough to get a good whiff.]

I remember that from when I was a boy.

[flamberge]

[Karl snorts. Audibly and with clear amusement snorts. That was just so terrible that even the straightest faced man would laugh if only because of the terribleness.]

I should write you up for making that bad a pun.

[Even his joke telling abilities are better. Sometimes.]

[detectivetroll]

It's a memorable saying, man, it'll never die.

[Terrible or not, it has the desired effect on both of them, and Nick doesn't look the slightest bit apologetic as he offers coffee to the other two men.]

Never underestimate the power of a terrible pun. Why do you think my interrogations are always so successful?

[professorwolf]

Because you pun them into submission? I can only imagine. Does that make you the good cop or the bad cop?

[He takes the coffee and hides behind it briefly for a long sip and a deep whiff, hoping to block out the scent of people for at least a moment or two.]

[flamberge]

Cruel and unusual torture cop, more like it.

[A nod of thanks gets sent Nick's way as Karl takes the coffee. Ah, the sweet sweet smell of caffeine. Maybe drinking is optional now, but coffee will be drunk forever. Sipping it reveals that it's freshly brewed, too. Marvelous.]

[detectivetroll]

[Like Nick would ever bring either of them bad coffee. Not even in revenge for when he was memory-less. You don't mess with coffee, man.]

I think I like 'pun them into submission' a lot better than 'cruel and unusual torture cop.'

[professorwolf]

Well, I am probably a bit more generous in my nomenclature. I, after all, am just a biology teacher, unlike you fine gentlemen.

[He smiles a bit at them both, teasing, then moves on, in the hopes of keeping himself distracted.]

So how have things been at the station? Seeing as asking about the school is likely to be fairly boring, and Karl already know all about it, anyhow.

[flamberge]

[Having a silly talk like that makes everything feel almost normal, as thought they were just a group of friends having a cup of coffee together. Nothing supernatural or abnormal at all.]

A little corruption here, a lot of paperwork there: the usual. Teaching is far more interesting work than being a cop.

[Not the most interesting or action packed of careers, honestly.]

[detectivetroll]

Hey, now, I wouldn't use 'just.'

[He's grinning a little, but he still means it.]

Add 'continually watching people find new and interesting reasons for and methods of killing each other,' to what Karl said, and that about sums it up. Besides, who says I wouldn't be interested in hearing about school stuff?

[professorwolf]

[Brows going up, Lyall offers:]

You would really be interested to hear about the test I'm administering in my next class, the lab papers I'm grading for my previous glass while they work, and the student I put into detention for trying to lob bubblegum across the row into another student's hair?

[He can't imagine that sort of thing would really interest Nick.]

[flamberge]

[Another sip of the coffee comes before speaking up. Karl's opinion is that any test discussion beats office paperwork. Regular office, police office: same thing except one gives you a gun to play with while bored.]

Witnessing their poor coordination skills at work via throwing objects is entertaining.

[Target is girl in front row? Object hits guy in second row on the other side of the room. Comical, really, and best enjoyed when they don't think you're watching.]

[detectivetroll]

[Nick opens up one of the containers of chow mein, digging in with a pair of chopsticks.]

You'd be surprised at what's more interesting than paperwork, man.

[He chuckles at Karl's comment, looking back over at Lyall.]

Did the bubblegum make it into the student's hair?

[professorwolf]

Thankfully, no. Just her chair, or else it would have been much more of a mess than it was.

[Lyall follows suit with the food. At least the scent of all that spice and noodles drowns out person-prey smell.]

And I might have wound up giving him detention for a lot longer than I did, just out of pique for making that much of a mess.

[flamberge]

[Karl waits before digging in just to get a few more sips of his drink. Once satisfied with the caffeine intact, it is time to tackle the delicious smelling food. A bit proves it tastes as good as it smells.]

You ought to consider giving an essay on aerodynamic properties of gum next time.

[Not deters gum throwing like 2000 words on a complex topic while stressing that grammar and spelling count or it gets redone. And then throwing it in a trash can after skimming it for two seconds.]