Sitting down in his office after another short night's sleep, Kyosan sipped on a hot mug of coffee he had pulled in from the break room. His emerald eyes glanced over the paperwork scattered across his desk, and the computer that glittered a gentle blue and the documents that were left open from the previous night. He sighed, and, resting his mug on the desk, pulled his keyboard desk out from under the work desk and started to type up his report again.
The earlier night he had noticed the thunderstorm. The same as the first one; the one that bore him into the world, where a lot of his life had changed. Either for the better, or for hiding under a strange conspiracy, but he never took much notice of it. Flicking over the documents he still had left to file in on cases, his attention dawned that he had left his messenger on overnight, and a few messages had been left. One was from someone he knew over the internet, in his own personal time. He typed up his offline response, before reading the rest of the messages and then closing the application.
"You're working early again. Why don't you ask the chief to give you a break already?"
The voice was a more draconic, serious tone as a red-haired, green-scaled dragon stood in the doorway, dressed in the normal attire of a police officer. His tail hanged out from his trousers, and the dark blue uniform looked pretty well on him. He stood at the doorway, picking through a few of the brown-haired dragon's files and taking a note on just how much Kyosan actually did during the day. "I mean, come on Kyo. Besides a Sunday, do you actually have any breaks?"
"Of course I do." Kyosan responded, quite dull in enthusiasm as he finished up the document quickly on his computer, before saving the file and shutting it down, collecting his bag from the desk before heading towards the door. "Like today. I only came in because I forgot to turn the computer off."
"Just like you did on the night we were born, huh?" Kurtz laughed, heartedly giving a slap to Kyosan's back as they both headed towards the chief's office- planning to pick her up and have a good day out instead of being clogged in the office all day. Today was going to be a good day. But Kyosan needed to check a little more; he couldn't have been the only one. The chief wasn't a special person, just a normal policeman doing her job. Besides the odd time joining friends on a fur forum, that was all that differenciated her from the normal crowd. There had to be others who bore fursonas, and he wanted to find them out.
But a game of Pool to him sounded like a vacation. The damn office was enough to make him go crazy sometimes.
The earlier night he had noticed the thunderstorm. The same as the first one; the one that bore him into the world, where a lot of his life had changed. Either for the better, or for hiding under a strange conspiracy, but he never took much notice of it. Flicking over the documents he still had left to file in on cases, his attention dawned that he had left his messenger on overnight, and a few messages had been left. One was from someone he knew over the internet, in his own personal time. He typed up his offline response, before reading the rest of the messages and then closing the application.
"You're working early again. Why don't you ask the chief to give you a break already?"
The voice was a more draconic, serious tone as a red-haired, green-scaled dragon stood in the doorway, dressed in the normal attire of a police officer. His tail hanged out from his trousers, and the dark blue uniform looked pretty well on him. He stood at the doorway, picking through a few of the brown-haired dragon's files and taking a note on just how much Kyosan actually did during the day. "I mean, come on Kyo. Besides a Sunday, do you actually have any breaks?"
"Of course I do." Kyosan responded, quite dull in enthusiasm as he finished up the document quickly on his computer, before saving the file and shutting it down, collecting his bag from the desk before heading towards the door. "Like today. I only came in because I forgot to turn the computer off."
"Just like you did on the night we were born, huh?" Kurtz laughed, heartedly giving a slap to Kyosan's back as they both headed towards the chief's office- planning to pick her up and have a good day out instead of being clogged in the office all day. Today was going to be a good day. But Kyosan needed to check a little more; he couldn't have been the only one. The chief wasn't a special person, just a normal policeman doing her job. Besides the odd time joining friends on a fur forum, that was all that differenciated her from the normal crowd. There had to be others who bore fursonas, and he wanted to find them out.
But a game of Pool to him sounded like a vacation. The damn office was enough to make him go crazy sometimes.
