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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie had come in from a practice session out back, got a cup of tea from Bar, sat down in one of the armchairs by the fire, and... promptly fell asleep. Somebody come poke him.

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

It isn't a poke so much as a series of yaps. LOOK LOOK LOOK SPOON LOOK IT'S A STRANGER AND HE'S SLEEPING BY THE FIRE LOOK SPOOOON LOOK LOOK LOmafafafaffhmammmph! and there's a human (nominally) hand gently holding the little bitches muzzle closed.

There's another thing that also isn't a poke. It's a different puppy trying the taste of Archie's trousers. They taste good. Yum.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie doesn't kick out in his sleep, but just barely. There is definitely a twitch, and a start, and he's awake, looking for whoever is tugging on his pants.

"Oh..."

Yay for sleepy incoherency.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Now there are two voices lifted in a chorus of SPOON SPOON LOOK IT'S A STRANGER SPOON! which briefly gets loud (as he lets go of Rasia's mouth) and then gets quiet as both puppies are scooped up and nuzzled, Shh, kids, shh, let him sleep. He's a guard, kids. We don't worry him, shh.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"No.... s'alright..."

He sits up, rolling the crook out of his neck before he's awake enough to see who belongs to the puppies.

"Ah. Hello then."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Hallo, sir." He says quietly and submissively, "Sorry that they bothered you, sir. Still learning, sir."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Ah, no worries. They're young, high spirited."

He regards the man carefully for a few moments.

"I'm Archie Kennedy. You can call me Archie, if you like."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Yes, sir." Archie is a guard. Spoon can't. In a very, very real way; he doesn't like. Disrespect to the guards is almost as bad as disrespect to the doctors. "They're very young. Still learning."

He's half curled around the puppies, trying to protect them.

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

Well, Skwisgaar isn't much for poking strangers, and less-so when he's drunk, but rebounding off the chair on his way to the couch? That's a go.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There is an 'Mmmph..." and a vague swat at whatever it was that bumped into him before he rouses himself back into consciousness.




((OOC: I just don't get to use this icon enough. Hee.))

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

He got an eyeroll for the trouble, Skwisgaar sprawled out on one end of the couch, "What's is you thinkings you is being does right there? Is mosquitos?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He takes a moment to translate, fuzzy brained still.

"No. Sorry, I was asleep."

Thank you, captain obvious.

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He said, and then shrugged, "Well don'ts isn't be letses me interruptings somesthing like dat. Is good to has naps. Is for... uh... Well, I don't knows what's naps is goods for. But naps is brutal, not dildos. Dey's is must be good for all sorts of thing, ja? For like, the sleeps and the nappings and... well, dey's is just all kinds of brutal."

... honestly? the mun has no idea what that rant was about either.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie just blinks for a moment.

"I'm, er, assuming that by 'brutal', you mean 'good', or am I terribly mistaken?"

[tosharethesky.livejournal.com]

Helva's lacking in 'poke the sleeping tiger Archie' skills.
She can, however, sing a duet of "99 Bottles of Beer on the wall", or the first verse, from somewhere next to him.

Invisibly, as she and her mun can agree that that is the MOST ANNOYING SONG IN THE UNIVERSE.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Nearly as annoying as 'The Song that Never Ends', which Archie has not been subjected to yet. He does however, know the other one.

"Oh... bloody hell, what's that?"

Grumpy Archie, good times.

[tosharethesky.livejournal.com]

Yet?

Helva sounds entirely too chipper. "Hello," is the only reply he gets. "Music not to your liking?"
Of course, it's less music than caterwauling that an alley tom would envy.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Are you going to sing all the verses? Because if you are, I think a tactical retreat might be in order."

He rubs his eyes, clearing some of the sleep, and some of the grump at the same time.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

[tosharethesky.livejournal.com]

"I'm not that brave," her lips quirked with held back laughter. "No apologies needed, just, most bars I know aren't the best spots to sleep safely."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're as right about that here as you would be anywhere else. I simply didn't mean to."

He's got a newborn at home. He's not been getting as much sleep as he ought to.

"How many verses are considered brave, and how many more are considered foolish?"

He grins, his humor returned.

[k_in_black]

Men in Black can be pretty stealthy when they need to be, but K is a bit distracted tonight. So he makes more noise than usual when he comes over to the fireplace and takes a seat.

Ah, damn. Looks like he might have woken the other man up.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He needed to be woken up. Silly of him to fall asleep in the middle of the bar anyway. He sits up slowly, groping for his tea and nodding politely at the other man.

[k_in_black]

"Sorry about that. Hope you weren't needing that nap."

When you live on Centaurian thirty-seven hour cycles, 'sleep deprived' takes on whole new levels of meaning.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"Oh... No more than usual."

He smiles wryly, sipping his tea.

"I'm getting quite used to it."

[k_in_black]

K smiles back. "I know the feeling."

He puts out a hand. "My name's K. From Earth, 2007."

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie shakes the other man's hand firmly.

"Archie Kennedy, Earth as well, 1802."