"We were talking and waiting for the laundry to finish so I could put it in the dryer, Mr. Grif." She slips off to her feet just as the washing machine beeps it's done.
"The residents were busy with Dr. Grey so John was just keeping me company down here." And okay maybe a kiss or two, but nothing bad.
Nuh uh. Grif knows every line in the book, and he shoots back, "Talking, huh? I didn't know face-sucking was a considered a dialect of English." Okay, he's not even mad, because it's true. They weren't doing anything bad or super inappropriate (...this time...?), but Grif does so enjoy giving others a hard time.
John stammers out an apology as Grif walks further in to the room. He doesn't usually find himself embarrassed, but there's something about being caught by surprise that's a little mortifying. Smith glances over at Katie with an exaggerated cringe that almost immediately ends up turning in to a sheepish smile. Oops.
"You should be nicer to John, Mr. Grif, he's very good with Caboose, and if he wasn't here, Ms. Kimball might have to reassign you." Katie is just eyeing Grif now.
"He's just messing with you. Come on and let's finish this laundry, though."
"I'm nice!" That is... also sort of true. Nice by Grif Standards. "But just because I'm nice, it doesn't mean I won't get the hose after you two." That's what he needs in here, a hose. For situations like this.
John finds his voice again, too, addressing Grif as he steps back over to Katie so he can assist her. "I'm sorry, really, but I swear your dryer's honor is still safe." There's a pause there, and he gets an idea. He's going to do it. He's totally gonna do it, and he can only pray that Katie doesn't get mad at him for it, but Grif deserves a taste of his own medicine. "The washer, though..."
Grif doesn't expect that sort of sass from Smith, of all people, so when he turns back around to face them with a basket in his arms, his jaw drops. He stares at them, stunned and frozen exactly like that for a moment, before flatly commenting, "I swear to fucking god." Well played, Smith and Jensen. Well played...
Smith holds his poker face about as well as Jensen does. Almost immediately, he's smiling and apologizing, insisting, "I was kidding, really!"
Grif has hit his limit with them, though. Their powers combined are too damn much and two against one is absolutely not fair, so he drops his basket again, freeing up his arms so he can wave the both of them out. "Nope. Both of you get out, your laundry room privileges are suspended for the day."
Smith settles his hands on Katie's shoulders, steering her towards the door from behind as Grif herds them out.
And just so neither of them feels bad about ditching, Grif makes sure to add, "I got the rest of this, seriously. It's not even going to take long."
"We should probably get back to work anyway, until the kids show up." Kids being Leon and Tucker, and she lets John maneuver her out and back up the stairs.
"How does pizza sound tonight?" Because lol, cooking what's that?
"Yeah, probably." His hands stay right where they are even after they're out of the laundry room and marching up the stairs, fingers drumming against her shoulders idly while they walk.
"That sounds fine to me. Anchovies and pineapple, right?" God, no.
He's got weird taste sometimes, but surely this one isn't serious...
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:11 am (UTC)"The residents were busy with Dr. Grey so John was just keeping me company down here." And okay maybe a kiss or two, but nothing bad.
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:23 am (UTC)John stammers out an apology as Grif walks further in to the room. He doesn't usually find himself embarrassed, but there's something about being caught by surprise that's a little mortifying. Smith glances over at Katie with an exaggerated cringe that almost immediately ends up turning in to a sheepish smile. Oops.
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:26 am (UTC)"He's just messing with you. Come on and let's finish this laundry, though."
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:45 am (UTC)John finds his voice again, too, addressing Grif as he steps back over to Katie so he can assist her. "I'm sorry, really, but I swear your dryer's honor is still safe." There's a pause there, and he gets an idea. He's going to do it. He's totally gonna do it, and he can only pray that Katie doesn't get mad at him for it, but Grif deserves a taste of his own medicine. "The washer, though..."
Grif doesn't expect that sort of sass from Smith, of all people, so when he turns back around to face them with a basket in his arms, his jaw drops. He stares at them, stunned and frozen exactly like that for a moment, before flatly commenting, "I swear to fucking god." Well played, Smith and Jensen. Well played...
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:48 am (UTC)"Y-you..oh my God, your face."
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:27 am (UTC)Grif has hit his limit with them, though. Their powers combined are too damn much and two against one is absolutely not fair, so he drops his basket again, freeing up his arms so he can wave the both of them out. "Nope. Both of you get out, your laundry room privileges are suspended for the day."
Smith settles his hands on Katie's shoulders, steering her towards the door from behind as Grif herds them out.
And just so neither of them feels bad about ditching, Grif makes sure to add, "I got the rest of this, seriously. It's not even going to take long."
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:33 am (UTC)"How does pizza sound tonight?" Because lol, cooking what's that?
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:39 am (UTC)"That sounds fine to me. Anchovies and pineapple, right?" God, no.
He's got weird taste sometimes, but surely this one isn't serious...
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Date: 2016-05-21 03:29 pm (UTC)"Mm on one of them anyway if that's what you want to try."