#txchyote

 It wasn’t often that Leon would cave like this, –

– in fact he had expected -- No, he SWORE that he wouldn’t say anything to the other no matter HOW much he talked, no matter the subject or the question, no matter how interesting it may have been or how annoying it was. Yet here he was, listening and thinking about what Tech said, processing every bit of it and creating a reply before he could tell his mind that he’d continue his silence. But he couldn’t, for once in his life Leon needed to speak to someone. Not ignore and write or think to himself, he craved interaction and debates with intelligent individuals. Perhaps it wouldn’t be SO BAD if he were to share a few words with the other, but not before explaining himself first. Slowly he turns, giving that icy cold stare as he always did, his eyes scanning Tech as if looking for weaknesses. Then, he turns his body, arms cross over his torso tightly and he sighs.

                         YOU CAN SAY IT -- I’M A GENIUS .

RP starters: Horror.

“Don’t be such a big BABY Coyote.” Judy said with a roll of her eyes. Then again, he did have a bit of a point. Someone could be in here with them. Someone not so friendly. Thankfully, the police academy had trained her for these sort of situations. 

It wasn’t often Judy got upset. It was even less often she actually showed it. Despite no one being around, it was still pretty rare. Still. She couldn’t let this feeling of dread go. She couldn’t brush it off, no matter how hard she tried her thoughts kept going back to it. 

She had been spending.....alot of time around predators. Predators who weren’t criminals (at least one who didn’t claim to be while the rest actually were), Hearing their point of view on things, how difficult living-- making a family -- was for them. It chipped away at her. Making her question herself, her job, her judgement- the one thing she could rely on.

She’s sitting by the vending machines, munching away on some over fattening snack but she doesn’t care to much about that at the moment. Not only is she hungry but she needed a distraction. But it seems no matter what she did that night, she couldn’t get her train of thought to derail. She hasn’t even noticed that she’s started to cry while eating - until she almost chokes. She coughs, patting her chest to fix the problem before sighing. She shifts, standing up and going over to the drink machine to get some coffee. Cold and canned or not -- coffee was coffee.