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agcnttango:
     âForgive me, you went from talking about if he was gay to the size of his dick. I didnât think the two were related.â Eyes did roll now, and after a moment T shook her head. âI donât know how his dick is, or anything about it aside from the fact that he chooses to use the menâs room when he has to pee.â And while the prospect of Q hiding specifically under hers or Eâs bed to catch them was hilarious âŚÂ âIt doesnât matter. That kind of fraternising is against regulation. Look at F and EEE. I donât want to wind up retiring early and spending all of my time in the basement levels of the complex because I couldnât control my raging crush. Thank you.â
âEliminating possibilities. Itâs what a good agent does.â Y lectures, because this was an academic discussion, on the calibre her partnerâs equipment. âRaging crush. Kids these days I swear.â Y swipes a hand down his face. âListen, toots. Shoot the guy. Gets you reassigned lickety split, then youâre free to do as you please. Problem solved.â wiping his hands off for a job well done, Y deposited the file on her desk with a loud slap. Pointing to the file, âAnd you can do that as your reward. Any other crises youâd like me to solve?âÂ
agent-u-not-you:
Given the circumstances they were in, U felt an unusual swell of pride to know how easily he can push his partner off the edge. Y was a child who needed to have his diaper changed the second he found himself sitting in his own shit. So, U wasnât even the slightest bit alarm nor surprised to find himself on the other side of the trigger. If he was gonna go down, he was gonna go down swinging. âOH BOO-SQUANCHING-HOOO. Like one of the ROYAL SQUANCHING FAMILY would waste their time SQUANCHING at YOU! Y donât you get your head outta your ass!â Heâs not even the slightest bit fazed at the fallen Squanch a few feet behind him. But he rolls his eyes instead of saying gratitude and twirls the J2 with a finger before taking aim at the Squanch rounding the corner at Y. âQ is gonna have your ass for this, Y.â Was it too late to ask for a transfer?
Y likes to think was a respectable agent, once. Then U arrived and took a big steaming dump on his agent cred. He knows this is the kind of shit that gets played back in the mission debrief, can see himself petrifying under the strengthâs Qâs bitchface. But..  future Yâs problem. âHa! Her Squanchness would be so lucky. She was alllll over this. She wanted allll this squanch. D.T.S. Down. To. Squanchâ Y says, making sure to move closer to U to whisper it as creepily as possible. The squanch behind him skids, itâs squanchvest spilling out glowing globules Y recognises as squanch-nades. Wasting no time he grabs two in each hand. A nod at U, âTime to squanch.âÂ
agentjayy:
âI donât think I have a dollar, unfortunately. Sorry,â he says. And, of course, heâs completely not sorry, but itâs the thought that counts. Always the multi-tasker, he manages to wrangle out a cleaner pot hidden in the cabinet above the fridge and sets it neatly in place, all while keeping the smoke between his lips. âBut the house on fire is a story I think Iâd enjoy hearing, Y. Donât spare any details, if youâd be so kind.â
Y tsks. âFine. Guess Iâll keep him. Thought you had my back J.â Y laments. He pulls the pained expression of a man whoâs survived a great ordeal -the ordeal being the 6â˛1Ⲡoverly jolly golden retriever in man form that is U. âDid you know that Borblegongs spontaneously combust where highly offended? Neither did I.â Y jumps down from the counter where he was sitting, stubbing out the cig in the pot and waving the smoke away. âCâmon. Time to shuffle. I see double A sniffing around.â Walking away from the scene of âthe crimeâ he asks, âHow bout you, howâs Zee these days?â
agentvee:
âWait, what?â V, usually pretty quick with her retorts, was taken aback. âI didnât know you considered financial talk as foreplay, Y. Thatâs weird. Though I do appreciate a man with good luck in the stock market.âÂ
âDirtiest thing there is, and I chaperoned a Hanar orgy.â Y gives a grave shake of the head, âHighly unrecommended.â Eyebrows raising, âDo you now, most women would no? â
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âąÂ âEveryone thinks their baby is a genius. People find it delightfully refreshing when I tell them, my baby? Totally average.â
agcnttango:
     âYes, yes. The plural is very important.â Another roll of her eyes but it wasnât out of irritation, or any attempt to get him to buzz off. Y was alright, if not a little obnoxious from time to time ⌠but alright. âI donât think heâs gay. Dunno if heâs married â I never asked. We donât share information like that. But the problem is that heâs an Agent, and my partner. And both of those things mean that heâs off limits. So I will pine from afar.â Her lips pursed, eyes narrowed. âWhatâs that supposed to be? That finger thing?â
âWhat can I say?â Y raises his hands in a shrug, âToo much man here for one woman. Sharing is caring.â He leans back in the chair, absently looking around before cracking up. âOh god.â he says chuckling. âYou are too innocent for the world. It means, letâs say, he has a small ego.â Y shook his head. âAnyway, heâs your damn partner. This is just sad T. As in lame. As in sad and lame. Fuck and get it over with, what do you think Qâs going to spring out from under the bed?â
agentvee:
There was no exaggeration this time- V visibly cringed. âYouâre killing me, Y,â she complained, rubbing her temple. âYou lost all credit when you tried being hip. Youâre in debt now. In fact, Iâm charging you a $30 over limit fee.âÂ
Y snorts, turning to face her. âAre you... giving me shit while making banking jokes at me? Donât tell me, is this how they flirt in rich kid high school. Ooo, talk stock options to me baby.âÂ
agent-u-not-you:
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His brow is raised when he hears the USUAL que for waterworks monologue Y is spewing out. Two can play this game, fucker. U leans his head back to the taxi they are hiding behind and gives a laugh. A light-hearted one. Then the agent places a hand on Yâs shoulder, his grip slowly becoming more intense as if to emphasize his next set of words. âAw, buddy.â U gives a smile, Â "Iâm touched. So touched that I get to spend my last moments with you. The complete and utter idiot who SOMEHOW THOUGHT IT APPROPRIATE TO SQUANCH IN THE MEETING. This is on you, you kinky son of a bitch.â And ends the touching moment with a flip of the bird.
The false smile plastered over Yâs face falls away. After hours of being chased, shot at and squanched, all he can feel is hatred. Hatred for Uâs stupid moustache. âFOR THE LAST TIME THAT SQUANCH WAS SQUANCHING AT ME!â The shotgun cocks angrily in his hands. Y raises it and points at his partner. âAND I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT IF YOU HADNâT BEEN SQUANCHING AROUND YOU SONOVASQUANCH.â Thereâs an ear splitting crack as the squanch behind U topples over.Â
agentjayy:
âLong enough to finish your smoke, I reckon.â He leaned out the door just for good measure and then pulled back inside, nodding an affirmative to his fellow rule breaker. Considering the amount of stress â the intimate details alone â this job demanded, the least they could do is allow them one small smoke break. âCareful, Y. You might get your ear chewed off.â He nudges the ashtray with his elbow toward him. âHowâs the chemistry between you and, well, U? Still steaming Iâm assuming?â
He didn't need telling twice. Y sucks down another desperate drag. There's only one woman in this joint he's afraid of but the place was a minefield of other professional ballaches to avoid. Everyone was so.. cheerful, and eager. Most people, come to think of it. Jay's one of the few tolerable exceptions. He taps away the ashes, snorting a laugh, "Getting on like a house on fire. -Literally. He set a house on fire last week. Why, you wanna swap? A dollar. You have have him for a dollar. Hell, roll me another one and you can have him for free."
agcnttango:
     âLike a beautiful woman to cool you with a palm frond and feed you grapes?â Somehow she could imagine that, or some verson thereof, to be something Y would claim he wanted. It was certainly something A would say, at least. Giving up on her case file T leaned forward, slipping her chin into her palm, and rose her brows. âUh, Iâve lived long enough with the secret just to me until you found out. I donât think Iâm going to explode at all. Itâll go away, eventually. They always do.â
âBeautiful women.â Y corrects. âItâd be the Victoriaâs secret models.â Obviously. He cracks a smile when she acquiesces. Oh how he loves wearing people down. The smile turns sour however, âOkay-â he puts up a hand. âNow youâre bumming me out. What are you, an old spinster? Whatâs the problem here? Is he married? Gay?â -Y holds up his forefinger and thumb inches apart, staring with growing alarm.
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aagentaa:
âI have evidence that says otherwise,â she teased with a smile. AA placed a chocolate chip muffin on his desk as a peace offering. âDo you know any nocturnal aliens that are about seven feet tall? They might be green.â
Fat Elvis is handed off to some rookie to deal with the paperwork. Y has more important things to attend to. Like hawkishly watching Double A: the energiser bunny as he slips past her to get to the muffin.
"-M stillnotâere." Y mumbles around the mouthful of muffin. You bet heâs taking the bribe and still being an arse. Check. Mate. Â "Ask Umpty Dumpty."