[ don't tell me what to do, @shotodism ! ]
( undeniably there was a scowl on his face, the lines basically traceable on his skin from over the years of holding a face such as this. sweat dripped down the side of his face and his hands were even sweatier. ) bastard—– takin' time outta my off day ... ( he cursed as he bounded over to shōto's side. it wasn't a habit, at least he wouldn't say, to stand to the left of the other. but eyes easily darted over to him, glancing slightly down to his lips before back up again. the suspect blew one of his hearing aids out, that was the third one this week! ) bah! and you look ya just fell down a chimney. ( a slight joking tone was taken on before he then sputtered out, as low as he could, ) but you too, i guess. ( he was aching all over, though he was generally fine. no wounds he needed to be checked out for. what did he think he was? careless with a shmuck like that? it was a little laughable to him. ) you on patrol?
/ sorry! was busy all day omfg.