RUN LITTLE BOY RUN

Mitchell Andrews. 25. Cop. Hunter. Friendly neighborhood police man.

[greasewolfyxhelen]

Honey, if you knew that, you’d still be paying me to replace them for you.

[copandrews]

You know there are other places with friendlier staff I could go to. 

[mainb-chastity]

I really need to stop these late nights

But they’re too much fun, but still…

[copandrews]

You know what they say: You can have too much fun. 

[greasewolfyxhelen]

Well, I’m surprised you never crashed, given your brake pads are practically gone.

[copandrews]

Well, if I knew that do you think I'd be here paying for your services?

[noah-saunders]

-is so focused on case notes on his phone, he bumps into someone on the street- Shit.  -looks up startled and clears throat-  Sorry about that, obviously I should watch where I’m going. 

[copandrews]

[ Mitchell was off-duty and had wandered around looking for a bar to waste hs money on for a few hours before holing up in his place and catching some well-deserved rest. Distracted, he failed to notice someone walking in direct bee line to him. ] Don’t mention it – I’m – [ He looked up at the taller man, easily recognizing who it was. ] Not your fault, Mr. Saunders. Should’ve been paying attention. 

[macy-the-angel-born-deactivated]

Oh, this is just lovely.  So much for making it to work today.

[copandrews]

Problem, Ma'am?

[kendra--trentham]

Isn’t quiet a good thing in your line of work? 

[copandrews]

Haven't you heard the 'calm before the storm?'

[copandrews]

Still quiet as ever, aren't we?

[copandrews]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

My gun's a handy little inanimate object.

[jesperfahey]