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[badboybutterman]

It was snowing in Sandford. It always snowed around Christmas time in Sandford for as long as Danny could remember. That was one of the many things that made that little town so special...made it worth fighting for, and worth staying for.

It was also snowing in Milliways. ...Well, not in Milliways. Outside it, naturally. And Danny supposed that it was just another thing about this little end of the universe that made it special, too. That, and the fact that he could always find a nice, quiet spot away from everything. (And the chips from Bar were pretty good as well.)

Danny carries two cups of hot chocolate over to the couch beside the fire, handing one of them to Nicholas, before sitting down beside him and settling in with a contented sigh. "This's nice."

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[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He echoes the contented sigh, adding cocoa to his mental list of Good Things At Milliways.

"Nice night for it."

[badboybutterman]

"Yeah..."

He takes a careful sip of cocoa and licks his lips, giving Nicholas a sidelong glance.

"You're not gonna make us work on Christmas Eve, are ya?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Depends what's going on, but I doubt it."

He leans back against the sofa cushions, watching the fire.

[badboybutterman]

"Okay, that's good..."

Wrapping his hands around the mug, he takes another sip. Then,

"You're not gonna work on Christmas Eve, are ya?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

There's a conspicuous silence as he fusses with his mug.

He may be avoiding the question.

[badboybutterman]

...He can't believe it.

"Oh, come on, Nick. You can't be seriously thinkin' about coming in on Christmas Eve. That just ain't right."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Maybe not, but if there's work to be done, someone needs to do it."

This is perfect logic in Nickworld.

[badboybutterman]

Danny's heard this countless times, but it didn't seem to mean much even within context before. This time, though, it felt different for some reason.

"But... but..."

He huffs a frustrated sigh, unable to express himself, and so he pouts into his cup of cocoa.

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

Danny!pout is never a good thing.

"It won't be for long."

[badboybutterman]

It takes a while for him to respond, but he doesn't look up from his cocoa.

"Promise?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Of course."

[badboybutterman]

Danny nibbles at the inside of his lower lip for a moment.

"Cos you know that if you stayed at the office a minute past noon, I'd come over an' drag you out."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He smiles slightly.

"I have no doubt of that."

[call-me-kick.livejournal.com]

Sneaksneaksneak.

Kick is tiptoeing towards the pair, biting her lower lip to keep from giggling.

Sneaksneaksneak.

She positions herself behind the couch, then pounces, plopping right inbetween Danny and Nicholas.

"Hi!"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

She is rather less stealthy than she thinks she is, but Nicholas isn't going to be the one to disillusion her.

"Oof. Hello."

[badboybutterman]

Danny had caught a whiff of waffles just moments before a cheerful bundle landed between them.

"'Eeyyy, it's Kick!" he cheers. "What're you doin', sneakin' up on us like that? We could have you arrested for unlawful pouncing."

[call-me-kick.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh," she says, sticking her tongue out on Danny.

"No laws against it, 'least not that I've heard of."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Really?" He feigns amazement. "We'll have to make some then."

[badboybutterman]

Danny puts his cup of cocoa down on the coffee table and tries to keep a straight face as he pulls out his notepad from his back pocket.

"Right! Er.." He doesn't seem to have a pen on him, so he reaches over Kick and plucks out the one that's always in Nicholas's chest pocket. He flips to a clean page and starts scribbling. "Right! I hereby declare...a law...against...pouncing...without...a license..."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

The fleeing cartoon criminal in the corner of the page he's writing on doesn't exactly help with the face-straightness, but Nick makes a valiant effort.

"Hmmm. How what would be a fair punishment..."

[badboybutterman]

"I think a million, billion years in jail should do."

[call-me-kick.livejournal.com]

Kick goes O_O!

"That's too long!" she says, pouting.

"And -- I do have a license, just... I left it upstairs! Yeah. Let me go get it!"

She flies off the couch and up the stairs in an instant, grabs her box of colored pencils and some paper, and scribbles up a less-than-official looking "Pounsing Lisense", then hurries back down the stairs, bounces back onto the couch, and sticks it in Nick's face.

"See?"

Must... catch... breath...

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He takes the paper and gives it a thorough inspection.

"Hmmmmm... what do you think, Sergeant?"

[badboybutterman]

Doing the same, he bobs his head from side to side.

"Awwright, it looks good to me, Inspector. I think we can let 'er go on this one."

He turns to Kick, giving the slip of paper back to her. "Y'hear that, young lady? If you're gonna be pouncin' on people, make sure you've got your license on you."

[call-me-kick.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" she says, hiding her shock over the fact that IT WORKED!

"I promise. Pinky swear."

She holds out her pinky. Wigglewiggle!