There's movement beyond the tinted glass doors that lead further into the building and the actual office space where Tin Men young and old have worked hard for times immemorial. Then, noises and the din of voices carrying over the sound of ringing farspeakers and the clickety-click of manual messenger machines. And then one of the doors open up, and through it steps Detective Inspector Cain himself. If you start hearing the word headcase and zipper-head murmur its way through the corridors, it's time to go investigating before something bad happens. You never know these days.
Not to mention, with his lunch date drawing close, it feels like too much of a coincidence to suddenly hear talk of a zipper-head at the station.
He beams at the sight, holding out his arms. "Glitch! What are you doing out here?"
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Date: 2009-09-03 12:52 pm (UTC)Not to mention, with his lunch date drawing close, it feels like too much of a coincidence to suddenly hear talk of a zipper-head at the station.
He beams at the sight, holding out his arms. "Glitch! What are you doing out here?"