Sam and Max Fluff

Late Night At The Office

((Does this look familiar?
If you saw where this was first posted- no you didn't- :)
Please enjoy new readers, and I hope I can crate some more meaningful fluff stories of these two. Be sure to comment your thoughts, feelings, and possible suggestions for the future.))

  The streets were quite, dimmed by the faulty street lamps that were in some desperate need of replacement bulbs, illuminating the crumbling exterior of an old, yet strangely characteristically charming building. Masses of spray painted crude art is scattered about the bricked walls. Bad and Worse news papers can be seen littered along side bacterial infected needles, half eaten overpriced street vender hot dogs, and suspicious bags gone unchecked, for good reason.

One of many rooms of this building is brightly lit by a yellow tinted bulb, the brightness shown through an open window, just a few floors up from ground level. This office belonged to none other then the servers of justice, care takers of dastardly hooligans that roam the streets in search of no good villainy, probably due to the lack of motherly attention at a young and vulnerable age in there sad lives. The Freelance Police, specifically by name, Sam and Max.

The pair had been saving the city once more from a dreadfully mad and vague doctor, hellbent of spreading deadly and possibly harmful vague abominations upon the city. Sam and Max managed to apprehend the doctor, and send him off to a facility for such crazy self cantered mad driven loonies. With such an adventure the pair were absolutely worn. That doctor had done his homework well and challenged these two vigorously. Despite carful planning, the doctor was unable to predict his demise. It had been a long while since Sam had come across someone who seemed to try to hard yet so woefully underestimate his wired and equally as twisted partner, Max.

With enough being said, the pair enter there office with a huff. The lagamorphic rabbit shuffles on over to his small desk, slouching down low with a aggravating sigh as he stretches out his arms, clinging to the desk as he stretches out his limbs and backbone. One of his legs gives out a shake and let's a involuntary putter patter of his foot against the creaky hardwood floor. This lasted only for a sort moment.

Meanwhile, the canine, Sam,was well spent and ready for a sit down in that well padded but sufficiently worn office chair. It beaconed to him with promises of relief  off his sore feet. His calloused toe pads were worn from the constant back tracking of the day. He hums a light toon as he makes his way on over the other side of his desk, he plops himself right on down in the office thrown with a light bounce to his weight. He leans on back, care free as he rests both of his feet onto his desk. Arms raise high before crossing them behind his fluffy head, serving as a pillow, or perhaps more to aid for an upright position. He lays comfortably and happily as he lets a toothy grin stay plastered to his face.

Max looks up after he had sufficiently stretched out his body and let's out a sudden jolting motion that shakes his entire body back to life. He smiles once more with that pearly white finished toothy grin, his eyes focused on his partner. "Golly Sam, I am all in on taking down eccentric, cryptic and possibly psychotic medical professionals as much as the next guy. But that lasted far longer then it needed to be!" Sam nods in agreement, "Who would of thought that the secret facility was hidden in deep thickets of an unkempt summer camp! I told ya' Max, if you don't stop bashing the local loonies upside the noggins, more then they have already have, then we could of deduced where the doctor was hiding sooner!"

Max slams his fluffy white paws on his children's desk with great force, his grin still settled on his face, but his brow suggests he is anything but pleased. Forming an almost V shaped between his eyes, with a lack of actual eye brows, it was virtually impossible to tell the expressing on the lagomorphs face. "I already told you Sam! He called me a rat and you know that I must re-educate any who stereotype me and my species!"

Sam gives a subtle nod, "True, it never is to late to learn a little biology. Even if done in corporal fashion." Sam pauses and chuckles as he relays more of the current event of the day through his head. "Hah, it was pretty funny when you did that one thing! You know, with those pair of heels?" Max let's out a cackling laugh as he clutches his stomach at the hilarities of an event that we the audience did not see. ( ;) )

After some time of laughing and reminiscing. Sam finally decided it was time to head on home. There actual home of course, one that the commissioner had settled for them off in the suburbs just outside city limits. "Come on little pal, if we wanna have any shut eye we better get a moving, I'm far to drowsy to be working of such important documents at this hour, and the same goes for you! I'll drive." Just before he could reach for the keys in his coat pocket Max pipes up.
"Aw geez Sam, do we have to. All this going back and forth nonsense has made me dizzy in the head!" The pair had spent more then a few nights at there humble yet also cluttered office, so it wasent such an outlandish ideas. After all, that is why they had pulled that old beaten gaudy looking sofa from off the curve. So if they choose to rest on something a little more comforting then a office or desk chair, it would make a feasible substitute. It was also a decent enough spot for guests, if given any chance of having guests that is.

"I suppose so little buddy, I can't think of a good reason not to." With that said, the canine settles his feet to the floor to stand up once more. With an audible grunt and as he stands once more to his aching feet. He makes the decision that the sofa would be far more comfortable then his chair. Purely for the fact that he can lay down and stretch to his hearts content.

With one more sit down, he claims his spot on the sofa, now planted to his spot of choosing. The lagomorph tilts his head and climbs out of his desk, and makes his way over to his partner. He hops right on the sofa next to Sam, with that big goofy smile on his face, he makes a grab for the remote that is settled on his side of the sofa. It was sticky to the touch, possibly from all the sweet caloric snacks they intake nearly every day, as well as a lack of hand washing. He shrugs off this subtle detail and turns on the TV. The tube shows a nearly full static picture of a rerun of sorts. It was hard to make out but nonetheless, it was enough to entertain the rabbit as he excitedly points to the screen. "Oh! This one has to be my favourite episode yet!"

They both have a hearty laugh before Sam starts to feel the drowsiness settle in once more. Resting his eyes as he keeps a happy content smile upon us muzzle. Max on the other hand was indeed tired, but not in the slightest sleepy. He was anything but, rather than fool with his companion, he decides to let him rest easy. For now. He enjoyed seeing that dopey smile on that canines face.

Even at a young age, he often watched his buddy sleep, not a creepy cryptic sort of way. rather in sheer aw at how he could sleep just about anywhere. Max couldn't sleep as fast, nor as much as his counter part, especially in a place he was not comfortable with, which was most places aside from home or Granny Ruths. It was rare that he slept away from Sam though, he thought for a moment on how every place they settle down, he is right by his side and can rest easy knowing he will be there.

Tucking away the remote within the sofa cushions, he finds himself crawling on his paws and knees over to the dog. Once he reaches a good enough spot as any, he plops his whole body down onto his partners side. He did not weight much, but Sam could feel the sudden added weight onto his side. With this he invites his partner under his large arm, a paw resting on his fluffy white chest. Max smiles as he uses his massive paw as a makeshift blanket.

Normally Sam has the iciest fingers, but for this rare instant. They were warm and cozy, just like the knitted sweaters they would revive on Christmas from granny. Max cuddled beneath, curling up in a tight ball as he keeps faced towards the statices TV. The picture had grown more clear, but his interest had faded faster as he lets out a tired yawn before falling into a deep slumber. Sam took this moment to feel the surprisingly soft fur between his fingers. Max didn't mind subtle touches and pets. The only one allowed to do so was Sam of course. He had known him longer then they both could remember. Sam was often shown affection through petting in his family, this in turn rubbed off onto Max. Allowing Sam to show is subtle way that he cares for him. As Sam watches the rabbit breath, his body rising and falling, he chuckles before closing his eyes for a final time.

"You bust me up little buddy~"

FIN