It's his turn to hold up a finger, forcing his friend to halt. He takes a few steps past Ray's desk, takes an abrupt right turn, then pokes his head around the corner.
The suspect is sitting there, attempting to look innocent-- if that's even possible for a wolf-- but instead looking exceedingly pleased with himself.
Fraser narrows his eyes at him. Diefenbaker tilts his head, then barks, perhaps in protest. "Your story might have a little more validity to it if you didn't have chocolate frosting all over your muzzle."
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Date: 2008-01-13 11:39 pm (UTC)The suspect is sitting there, attempting to look innocent-- if that's even possible for a wolf-- but instead looking exceedingly pleased with himself.
Fraser narrows his eyes at him. Diefenbaker tilts his head, then barks, perhaps in protest. "Your story might have a little more validity to it if you didn't have chocolate frosting all over your muzzle."