#agentandersen

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[agentboudreaux]

agentandersen replied to your post:

//*SCREAMS LOUDLY*

Hi

[agentobrien]

agentandersen replied to your post: “If that’s what you want, then yes.” ((it’s hot as hell but at least it’s not hot and humid like back home)) "Well, it is what I want, so I suggest ya prepare yourself for a hell of a Wednesday night. We're gonna get smashed. Well, you're gonna get smashed since I can't really do that..."

[agentobrien]

Happy birthday, Callum.

"Thanks, mate. You're gonna take me drinkin' later, right?"

[agentboudreaux]

Ireland

They were sending him to Ireland – well, him and another agent. Children had been disappearing from a small Irish town, and the Bureau had thought it best to send a team, consisting of Everett and a Enhanced Talents Agent, to investigate. While Everett had never had the pleasure of meeting his partner before, he had certainly heard of Soren Andersen. He'd been with the Bureau for years – most of his life, according to coworkers and the man's file, which he had decided to read upon finding out about the assignment – had a talent hell of a talent, and kept to himself. Everett was unsure how they'd yet to meet, but that was about to change.

He boarded the plane and stored his bag before sitting down in the seat next to the man he assumed was his new partner. “Soren Andersen?” he asked as he buckled himself in. “I'm Everett Boudreaux, your partner this time 'round.” The man had probably already guessed that, but it was the polite thing to do. Everett held out a hand for Soren to shake.

[agentobrien]

Sorenmun: he's like a twix that was kept in the fridge overnight so it wouldn't melt

Sorenmun: he's got a hard chocolate/wafer cookie exterior that might hurt your teeth if you bite into it and a delicious caramel inside that is still kind of tough but it tastes good so who cares

Sorenmun: wait, no, i think that came out wrong.

Sebastian: i'm pretty sure that came out perfectly