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My strategy was to pick the simplest theme I could find and hope that people thought my inability to make things look nice was merely a choice towards minimalism.
I don’t know if I’ve been successful or not.
Oh I thought you had your shit together so yeah no, A+ for you, Dex.
LOL FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH. How’s it hanging? How’s the post DDB life?
LOL Shit’s good! I was very shocked to see the site go on hiatus but I’ve been so damn busy admining an avengers-rpg on here as well as manning a Disney blog so I’m like frazzle-bazzled. How about you??
The second the door swung open, all he could think was that she looked tired. Not just the usual physical exhaustion, but something deeper - it was one of those missions that sunk into your brain, into your very bones and made you worry until the whole process was over. Termination missions were nothing but serious, and he could tell she was taking it extremely so. Quickly he crushed out the cigarette under the sole of his shoe and stepped inside. He had tensed the moment he’d seen her face, and the atmosphere around them was just as tense as he. There was no reason to tell her no one had followed him; she already knew.
Smoke floated around them and wrapped them together briefly as she shut the door, their bodies close in the small entrance-way. He remembered how he towered over her, but forgot about it as he quickly stepped away, the smoke dispersing as their bodies drew farther apart. His eyes scanned his surroundings as he waited for her to move first. It’d been nine months since he’d last been in their apartment, and not a single thing had changed. He had been expecting at least some things to be different; maybe because the people living inside had changed.
“Where do you want to talk?” He asked, keeping his voice low. It wouldn’t be good for June to hear him and come investigate. Why she didn’t want June to know of this was a mystery, but also none of his business. He slowly pulled his gloves off and stuffed them in his jacket pocket, turning his head to look at her. Their eyes met, the lights causing her blue orbs to sparkle. The entrance hallway light wasn’t on, so his body was blocking the light and casting half of her face in shadows. She was keeping her mask up, but he had never seen her look so distressed than now.
It was very weird, to be so close to Paul and yet so distant. Maybe about a year ago, this would have never crossed her mind, him being so close to her with her body so tense a person could easily snap her limbs off. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed the traitor. Zero Marks were the people who needed to show that they were even worth keeping around, and her brain had been so drilled into the idea that they were nobodies.
But this was Paul.
“We can talk in my bedroom. June won’t hear,” she murmured back to him, quickly rushing down the hallway, into the living room, and straight into the smaller hallway that housed the door to where she practically lived when she wasn’t out killing ambassadors and signing off death warrants. Tugging on a cardigan hanging against the knob of her door, the little agent waited until he was in her quarters before shutting the door quietly behind him. “Agent Woods decided it would be a good idea to re-visit the past and my name was all over the mission. I get to head it, I get to… to resume the role I fucking hated—” Closing her eyes, she rolled them back open and crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s all to test if Agent O’Doherty is fit for duty and it’s all riding on my shoulders because what better way to get rid of birds with one stone.”
That would probably explain the logo then, wouldn’t you say? Maybe they made a hybrid caffeine to put in it.
Ch’yeah, that’d seriously explain my downfall, definitely.
You oughta make a hybrid caffeine so we don’t have to spend cash anymore. SHIELD-brand. You’re a nerd, right?
I did say try, I guarantee absolutely nothing.
But Starbucks really is pretty convient, even if I shouldn’t go there for food as much as I do.
Fucking yeah, they are. They’re sirens of coffee.
I’m gonna catch ya, I’m gonna get ya.
I wanna taste the way that you bleed.
You’re my kill of the night.
Guess I’ll have to try and hide it better. But sorry to say, I don’t live with my mom any more but I’ll try to make my own lunch every now and then.
I’m glad you’re owning up to your food situation.
You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. I’ve had plenty of moments where Starbucks was my go-to savior.
- Mick: Don't -need- to do anything.
- <several minutes later>
- Mick: Where?
- Echo: Somewhere where that fucker can't hear us
Damn, how’d you find out my secret? I’ve been trying for so long to hide it. I should start bringing snacks to work so I don’t need to make dinner runs to Starbucks.
How’d I find out? Well shit, it ain’t hard to figure out. Ask your mom to make you a packed lunch and presto, you’re good to go.
- Mick: ...can I stab him in the eye with a paring knife?
- Echo: Not unless if I get there first.
- Echo: It's a follow-up. We need to meet.
I don’t know why it’s loud. It’s just loud.
Well then fix it. You’re an agent.
Nothing to worry about, then.
You’re nothing if not professional, right, Galaeus?
I’m one of the most, if not the most, professional here, sir.
I’ll survive I’m sure. I might be crawling on the floor to get food by midnight though.
That’s usually how it works. Grab that now, crash around midnight like a Gremlin, rinse and repeat.
