“It’s only fair that if you can name that puppy, Corndog. Then I can name this one Shelby and that one Ranger.”
"Corndog is a GREAT name!"
"I'll give you Ranger but Shelby? Really?"
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“It’s only fair that if you can name that puppy, Corndog. Then I can name this one Shelby and that one Ranger.”
"Corndog is a GREAT name!"
"I'll give you Ranger but Shelby? Really?"
@agent-scotch
Sora bent down to inspect the little reptile with a child-like grin. “Never saw you as a reptile kinda guy, Gareth.” She giggled pushing Yuki’s face away to keep her dog from scaring the little creature. “Does it have a name?”
@agent-scotch
Sitting on his chair behind the desk, he had his arms crossed over his chest, watching Sora. The turtle was still sitting on the desk, though he had put it on a tray so it wouldn’t run away (as if that was possible…) or soil any files. “No.” An eyebrow rose, rather unimpressed. “But you can give it a name if you take it with you.”
FMK: Huck, Joe, James
Send three names and I’ll say who I’d fuck, marry, kill - @agent-gin @ohsolovingsouls
"Well obviously I'm going to marry Joe."
"God, Sora is going to kill me for this, but I think she'd kill me either way. I'm fucking James and killing Huck."
@agent-scotch
The meeting room was silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Only a young, blonde woman occupied the space. Well, to say she was young was a misnomer. She appeared young, like in her mid-twenties. But she was, in fact, much older than most of the people in this facility. She could be a grandmother to them, in fact. But they didn't know that, and they didn't need to know that. It was her business.
She was patient as she waited. There was nothing to do but sit and observe her surroundings. There wasn't much of note; it was like any other meeting space. That almost disappointed her. She would have loved something more exciting.
The sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention, and she turned her head towards the door. When it opened, she stood up to meet her new acquaintances. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the woman, the one she was most eager to meet.
As introductions were made, she held out her hand to firmly shake everyone's, though her eyes stayed on the woman in front of her. "Agent Taube," she said, only divulging her codename, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
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Benji was lost in a world of his own, fingers flying over his keyboard, so he didn’t hear the door opening or the sound of footsteps behind him. It was only when he sensed a presence behind him that he almost jumped out of his skin.
“Christ...” Relief came over him when he recognised the woman standing there, and he chuckled. “One of the cons of working in this area... People are too bloody stealthy. My heart can’t take it.” Running a hand over his hair, Benji smiled at Scotch and turned to face her fully. “What can I do for you?”
WHAT ARE YOU LACKING?
Huckleberry Wells is lacking:
1) good taste 2) THAT 3) intelligence.
"Well I'll tell you what I'm not lacking, Sora's panties."
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Tagging: Everyone!
A Rottweiler drools all over Huck’s shoe.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
Gareth would be a cat. @agent-scotch
If my muse was a dog, what kind of dog would they be?
@agent-scotch
"...I don't even like cats. In fact, I like cats even less than dogs."