THIS WICKED TONGUE @agxntchurch - Tumblr Blog

ex-agentcherri:

Oh, is that right? They must be going back to basics. Been a long time coming, if what I hear is true.

“Plenty.”

Descriptive, and yet alluring.

Why don’t you give me a list, and I’ll see what I can do?

Mhm.

Mmm, just surprise me. I want to know what you think I’d like.

#exagentcherri

ex-agentcherri:

Well well, if this isn’t a chatty week for everyone!

I’m afraid I’m not too good with names. I couldn’t tell you who I was talking about even if I knew him.

Is there anything you’re in the mood for?

What can I say, I hate missing out on a good time.

Ah, but you’re not the one playing with fire. Our poster boy's the one inside the wall with him. And I hear Mommy and Daddy aren’t feeling so generous with their get-out-of-jail-free cards these days.

Plenty. But you’ll have to be more specific.

#exagentcherri

@hailprodigalson @ex-agentcherri

Careful. If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, he doesn’t like that sort of gossip.

#hailprodigalson #exagentcherri #//amused #no actual warning in this warning #he's happy to sit back and watch it all play out #(casually @s apollo like i'm not @ing myself)#//this was gonna be a strikethrough but church doesn't care enough for that #he's had his ass kicked by nikolai once already #he'd say it was worth it

bianca41083

#fc

some-bloody-saint‌:

Could do… maybe, if I remember. Eheh. Dunno how many o’ the lads on patrols might have a bookmark, though, ‘f y’know what I—or, nevermind, they might have.

Couldn’t tell you. I try to stay off the patrol details. But I’d be surprised if no one on a patrol had anything for a bookmark. You just need to know how to ask.

#Good luck in any case #somebloodysaint

some-bloody-saint‌:

Th—oh, right, but… no way you can keep track o’ those, I lose ‘em pretty much immediately… ahah… guess there’s like, receipts, and such, you could use, but t—‘s not always on hand, ‘specially when you’re on patrol or somethin’,

You can always buy more and stick them in your bags. Or steal them from a friend. That’s what I do.

#But if it's your book does it really matter if you fold the pages?#somebloodysaint

some-bloody-saint‌:

Are you not meant to fold book pages? T’hold your spot?

You could. But there’s a whole product they make so you don’t have to do that.

#You've heard of bookmarks right?#somebloodysaint #///Britt hi ilysm <3

“Oh my god, Church.”

“I-” It really wasn’t a big enough deal for her to sound so annoyed with him. It probably wasn’t even going to cause any kind of disruption to her working life.

“God, he probably thinks you’re fucking his roommate,” she told him, lifting her hands in a heavily exasperated gesture. (Long-suffering, someone might have described her expression as. But that was just harsh. He wasn’t that much of a pain.) “Do you have a death wish?”

“He does not-”

“How would you know? Do you think he’d tell you?”

He’d have at least clocked me by now, if he did, Church didn’t say. Because that wouldn’t really help his case in proving that this wasn’t his worst idea ever. “He’s not exactly subtle. If he wanted to murder me, I think I’d know by this point.” And he’d have probably eased off the gas at least a little. (He wasn’t looking to push his luck that far.)

“Oh, great. I feel so much better.”

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Ang, come on.”

“Shut up, oh my god. You understand the weight of shit like this, right? Messing with an exxie’s territory?”

“He’s not a bear, even if he does kind of look like one,” Church laughed. (He had considered it a little, though, even if he wasn’t planning on telling Angie as much. He knew how Exterminators could get about what they perceived as theirs. And a man that big... yeah, he’d wondered for a moment if maybe getting himself mixed up in the guy’s personal business was a bad idea.) “He can’t stake a claim on a mate.”

“Oh- stop, don’t say it like that.”

“You’re worried over nothing, Angie. I’ve got this.”

“Famous last words.”

#drabbles #[ Angie ]#[[ this drabble and the one before come as a day/night set #they're just overdue by like #a month or so #so i'm posting them both tonight before i forget again ]]

[ -1 month (aprox.) ]

“He’s been looking on edge again.”

“Who, Avlov?”

“Yeah.” Angie shuffled her chair over--his listened to the scrapeslide of her boots without looking up from his magazine--just close enough to kick the height lever of his to drop him down to the chair’s lowest setting.

“Hey-!” He swatted at her shoe as she tried to keep him from fixing his seat, but to no avail. “I don’t do that to you.”

“That’s just because you’re too lazy to,” she countered. Which was true. But also wasn’t the point. “Church, come on.”

“What? I didn’t do anything. You’ve seen me, I’ve been nice.” Better than nice, even. A perfect gentleman, some might say. (Or, at least, they should have. The exxie had a serious stick up his ass that made him such a drag to work with. Really, Church was going out of his way to behave himself.)

She scoffed. “Because that settled him down.” She kicked the underside of his chair until he finally looked at her, and then fixed him with her ‘I’m trying to be serious, stop being a little shit’ look. “If I need to be watching out for both of our asses because you did something stupid-”

“Ang, I’m serious. I’ve been leaving him alone.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I still don’t believe you stopped just because you got bored.”

It took him a moment to realize he’d never gotten around to telling her after hours why he’d actually decided (agreed, really, he could give Danny that much credit) to stop pestering the Exterminator. “I may have embellished the truth about that.”

“You lied.”

“That’s what I said.” He waved off her aggravated protests with an absent movement of his hand. “I’ll tell you later. We can go to my place.”

“You did do something stupid-”

“I beg to differ.” Lunches with Danny had (at least so far) been absolutely worth it. (Even if he did end up paying for it later. Which... fifty-fifty, at this point.)

“Of course you do, you’re the one who did it.”

“Just relax.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”