"Clown." Walter repeats, frowning down at the large facepaint handprint now on the back of his pants. Joker just looks up at him innocently while Caro cracks the fuck up against him.
He's not drunk enough for these shenanigans yet.
Walter tries - tries being the keyword - to settle into his chair at his station. Joker's not anywhere near done, though. Walter's chair is out of arm's length... but not out of the range of his stupidly long legs. Joker manages to tug Walter's chair over with his foot and then proceeds to just lay his legs across his lap. "Comfortable?" Walter grumbles, mostly good-naturedly.
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Date: 2014-01-19 08:28 am (UTC)He's not drunk enough for these shenanigans yet.
Walter tries - tries being the keyword - to settle into his chair at his station. Joker's not anywhere near done, though. Walter's chair is out of arm's length... but not out of the range of his stupidly long legs. Joker manages to tug Walter's chair over with his foot and then proceeds to just lay his legs across his lap. "Comfortable?" Walter grumbles, mostly good-naturedly.
Joker just beams back at him cheerfully.
Goddamn clown.