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“I’ll keep that in mind,” Charlie giggled, casting a look to the MX in the back. She gave the android a smile, even if it wouldn’t smile back. 

“Oooh, I love donuts! They’re so adorable and cheerful! Although honestly, I’d prefer to just eat the frosting if I could. What kind are you going to get? I’m not sure what kind I’ll get, only that I want to have sprinkles.”

“That’d be real cheerful, wouldn’t it?” Charlie beams at the idea. “I’ll pitch it in to Mom, but I don’t know if it’ll fly.”

A song came onto the radio, and Charlie began ‘dancing’ in her seat, although she made sure not to be too distracting. 

“You’ve always got good music.”

Charlie was probably the single most happy and upbeat person he’s ever met. It was a nice change of pace from the monotony of an MX and the other officers that ran the night shift. Some nights were back to back insanity, others left patrol cars desperate for something to chase. Michael liked some action but not a whole lot.

“They’ve got a lot of choices with sprinkles, don’t worry.” He smiled, pulling into a parking space in front of a quaint little storefront. It had colorful little donut characters on the window and a sign with store hours. The booths were different pastel shades, tables with wooden chairs, and a nice view of the freshly baked pastries beside the cashier.

“Oh man, those are rough. I remember Mom coming home one night utterly exhausted, and the next, she’s chipper. Now that she’s a captain, she’s tired all the time.” 

Charlie frowns at that. She should really do more to help her mom out. His next question brings her back to the present. 

“I’m doing well! I just finished redecorating my room. It’s got little plants and lots of pictures and even pink paint! It’s awesome. Snowball definitely likes his scratching post.”

“Caffeine really helps. Don’t let an MX tell you otherwise.” That comment got a rather curious, if you could call it that, look from Michael’s partner in the back. All the constable did was chuckle, knowing exactly what the android would say if it decided to chip in. Ten cups of strong coffee wasn’t a lot! Stop judging his poor choices in life! He’s had more than that before...

The car turns when its driver is prompted, slowing to a stop as a red light comes into view. “The place I’m taking you to has great donuts. They’re probably the last mom and pop shop in city limits. You can have glazed ones, old fashioned with frosting, chocolate tw-” He’s cut off by the drone of his MX asking if they wanted to be given a full menu.

Michael Kelley is a new addition to Team Rainbow hailing from Ontario, Canada. Coming from the special tactics and rescue team, he excels primarily at hostage situations. Prior to the transfer, Michael was one of three police snipers tasked with deploying where needed.

Charlie waved hello to the MX and climbed in.

“Thanks for switching seats!” she said, ever-the-polite person despite MXs not really caring about such things. It made her sad, really. Casting the thought aside, she leaned over and hugged Michael. “My dude! How’s it going?”

The officer managed a small smile, returning her hug as best he could given the limited space. “I’ve been doing alright I suppose. Work’s moving along like it always does, save for the occasional surprise.“ 

( Ain’t that the truth. ) “My partner and I have either a pleasantly boring shift or we’re run ragged. Wish I could crack a smile on ‘em but jokes just aren’t his thing.”

     He’s absolutely exhausted; nearing the end of a double shift with roughly five hours to spare. The entire day had been back to back domestic calls with nay a use for his eagle eye. Everything had been close quarters and, if he were honest, Michael never wanted to hear the phrase ‘no officer, i did not hit them’ ever again.