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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 18, 2009 8:42:47 GMT -5
"My dosages are prescribed and monitored by a doctor, Javert."
He growled defensively--as if he could be compared to some sot with a rusty needle in and collapsed veins in a back ally.
"No time for 'rest' either, I have a patrol this evening."
When he had first met Lee, he had arranged that his patrol would be in the area of the Chinaman's shop twice in a shift; once just before supper, which he often took with his... lover, and again when the shops closed and he could see Lee safely on his way home. Tonight was no exception, sore leg or not.
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Post by Javert on Mar 18, 2009 14:45:03 GMT -5
"A lot of them are, Cluont," Javert said softly.
He then sat down at his desk and moved to take a sheet of paper out of his drawer when a sickeningly sweet smell penetrated his nostrils. Coughing, the inspector sat up again and glared at the direction the offending scent came from.
There it was.
It was an envelope, carefully placed upright. Not your ordinary kind of envelope... the fancy kind, with little motifs pressed into the expensive vaguely pink-ish paper. By the looks of it there had even be an attempt to make the red sealing wax look like a rose. And it reeked.
Moving carefully, as if he expected the thing to blow up in his face any moment, Javert craned his neck a bit to see what was on the front.
It was addressed to him.
The eleborate handwriting was easy to recognize... he'd cursed at many a report that was truly more of a novel about his so-called great deeds in that handwriting.
With a resounding thud, Javert's head hit the desk.
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