"It's a coffee break, Scruffy. Get some coffee."
"N-no thanks, sir! A-and ... my name .. is... um... never mind."
"Why? Don't you like coffee?"
"Yes, but..."
"But?"
"I ... er... sir, I... um... ..."
"How foolishly foolish of you, fool."
Gumshoe narrowly missed the lash of Franziska's whip as he dodged to the side, already foreseeing the attack.
"Fool! Don't avoid my whip!"
Gumshoe let out a pained yelp as another strike from the whip slashed him. "Ow..." Franziska sighed, yawning, "Now, Scruffy, get my coffee."
"...? Oh! Yes, sir!" Gumshoe ran off, disappearing into the lounge room of the police station. The silver-haired young woman only grumbled something about "foolishly foolish fools". She looked outside the window, relaxing herself and waiting for her cup of coffee.
Gumshoe came carefully jogging back, finally setting down the cup on a plate in front of her. A second later, he let out a small scream as some of the scorching hot coffee sloshed over the edge of the cup and onto his hand. Several other police officers looked up in surprise before seeing it was Gumshoe; they returned to their work again.
He jumped backward, shaking his hand, gritting his teeth in pain before cowering, expecting another burn from Franziska's whip. However, Franziska leaped up, dropping her whip in the process. "Foolishly foolish fool! Scruffy!... You shouldn't run while carrying hot coffee, fool!" she yelled, grabbing Gumshoe's hand and examining the burn.
"S-sir! I wasn't running! I was jogging!" Gumshoe exclaimed, hopping up and down from the pain. Franziska very well wanted to whip Gumshoe again: "You weren't walking! You're supposed to walk when you're carrying something hot!" she shouted angrily, before placing a hand over the burn.
Gumshoe sighed a bit in relief at the touch of Franziska's cool glove. He suddenly froze. "S..s..sir... aren't you going to whip me?" he asked in a tiny voice, inching away from the prosecutor, instantly scared. At times like this, he was usually whipped until he fainted.
Franziska blinked and then, as if she was caught doing something out of her personality, she immediately glared icily at Gumshoe. "I'm not going to whip you this one time, Scruffy," she said coldly, crossing her arms. Gumshoe could detect a very small hint of concern in her voice.
"Tha-thank youuuuu, siiiiiiiiiiiiir!" Gumshoe exclaimed gratefully, jumping forward and hugging Franziska. She was horrified. "Get your filthy, foolish jacket off of my clothes, fool!" she spat, pushing him off.
The Chief of the police station arrived, throwing his paper cup into the trash. "Coffee break's over, guys," he called to the majority of the police station. They all, with disappointment, chorused, "Yes, sir," before resuming their diligent work.
Franziska, whose face was pink, sat back down at her desk in a huff. "Fool..." she muttered, "Scruffy, go do your own work. Leave me now." Gumshoe saluted. "Y-yes, sir!" he said, before sprinting off to the exit door, knocking over a police officer's stack of paper on the way.
The prosecutor bit her lip, annoyed, as she started to scribble at her paperwork.
