Detective Rosa Diaz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
died8yearsago) wrote2019-09-28 08:53 am
died8yearsago) wrote2019-09-28 08:53 am
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Office #26; Saturday [09/28].
Unlike some people, Rosa didn't have a handy box of apparently self-replicating contraptions to work on to stave off the boredom of keeping office hours this weekend, but she did have an impressive arsenal of guns that could probably use some cleaning, so that's what was spread out on her desk as she waited for guests that would hopefully just not show up at all. But, if anyone did, at least the guns would get a chance to say a little something about her before she even had to open her mouth.
Of course, she also knew that her office shared a wall with Blackstone's, and that Blackstone was also doing the office hour trudge that morning, she occasionally took a break to throw a small rubber handball against the wall in code. She'd then wait and, not long after, a series of thumps would respond back, Rosa would snort, and then go back to work.
What? Shut up.
[[ and this one's open door, open post, too! And yes, I put them in adjacent offices for exactly this reason ]]
Of course, she also knew that her office shared a wall with Blackstone's, and that Blackstone was also doing the office hour trudge that morning, she occasionally took a break to throw a small rubber handball against the wall in code. She'd then wait and, not long after, a series of thumps would respond back, Rosa would snort, and then go back to work.
What? Shut up.
[[ and this one's open door, open post, too! And yes, I put them in adjacent offices for exactly this reason ]]
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Rosa paid attention.
She was honestly wasn't even sure she knew which student they were talking about right now. An idea, sure, but even she'd hesitate to put money down on it.
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