RP Thread: Dae & Aaron WHO: Dae Gamba & Aaron Yamazaki. WHEN: 10 April 2049; 12:13pm. WHERE: Nearby Chinese restaurant. RATING: PG? SUMMARY: Partners chatting over lunch. WARNINGS: None.
Aaron had always prided himself on his focus and unyielding dedication to his work (though it was a tunneled focus that did not always carry over so passionately into everyday life). After all, even in the longer days of traffic patrol, it was more hands-on than a desk job, and he would take the hands-on approach over mountains of paperwork any day.
A car zoomed by, just under the speed limit -- just as the majority of the day had been. He did not want people to break the law, but watching for speeders was less desirable than other law enforcement options. Such as, say, thrilling missions, chases, pseudo-espionage... He batted away the temptation to allow his mind to wander, redirecting his thoughts to the exercising of patience. His fingers drummed along to the beat of the radio. Another handful of cars zipped by.
Aaron felt vaguely as if the shift would never end, but when heard the quiet, telltale beeping alarm in his bag signifying that the shift was over (lest he forget), a sense of satisfied relief acted as an immediate replacement for any an all boredom. The designated lunch hour was upon them, and what food options would be at their fingertips today was a more immediate concern. Speed-trapping was now someone else's concern, and despite the lack of activity throughout the morning (save for the sobbing mishap -- a weeping high school girl who was late for school), his appetite was complaining like clockwork. And he could use the human interaction.
Picking up the hand-held police radio, Aaron pressed the button and brought it up to his mouth.
"Hey, Gambaaa," Aaron drawled, leaning back in his seat and keeping an eye on the road, just in case. "The time for de-famishing is upon us, so what are we having today? Pizza? Chinese? Excess tickets? The salty tears of repeat offenders?"