Diefenbaker lifts his head, and whines softly. Fraser looks around at the crowded station floor, and raises his voice just slightly. "It had to have been an accident, Ray. I seriously doubt that anyone in their right mind would wait to correct their mistake until Lieutenant Welsh gets back and helps himself to the same pot, as he does every morning at around eleven."
He turns his attention back to his friend, his Stetson held under his arm. His sharp hearing will note a small amount of scuffling shoes from down the corridor. On that note, he can't really argue. "They're not for everyone," he finally concurs.
"Rrrrf," replies the wolf, getting to his feet to follow.
"Wolves don't need caffeine," Fraser reminds him. "Perhaps if you stopped eating so much junk food, you wouldn't find it so difficult to get up in the morning."
"Mmrrruf." Diefenbaker retorts, turning his back on the Mountie to follow Ray out the door. Fraser sighs, then follows suit. "You let a wolf save your life, and you pay, and you pay, and you pay ... "
He easily matches strides with the other man, Diefenbaker trotting alongside the Chicago detective as they head out onto the street. "I was talking to Diefenbaker, though I have to say your dietary choices are hardly sterling, either." His breath clouds in the chill air.
He turns the collar up on his jacket and shoves his hands into his pockets. Where the hell did he leave his gloves anyway? Welcome to winter in Chicago.
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He turns his attention back to his friend, his Stetson held under his arm. His sharp hearing will note a small amount of scuffling shoes from down the corridor. On that note, he can't really argue. "They're not for everyone," he finally concurs.
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"Yeah," he comments, feeling somewhat dejected. "I'll be back. I've gotta find the real deal before my brain leaks out my ears."
He grabs his jacket from the back of the chair.
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"Wolves don't need caffeine," Fraser reminds him. "Perhaps if you stopped eating so much junk food, you wouldn't find it so difficult to get up in the morning."
"Mmrrruf." Diefenbaker retorts, turning his back on the Mountie to follow Ray out the door. Fraser sighs, then follows suit. "You let a wolf save your life, and you pay, and you pay, and you pay ... "
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"Beats not eating at all."