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' sir, please keep your pants on. this is a wendy's. '
“I would say, ‘fresh and never frozen’ but that...That’s a lie. I can’t make myself say it. That would be false advertisement and the people deserve better than that Dar. They really do.”
THROAT CLEARS QUIETLY , LOST BETWEEN WANTING TO CAPTURE HER ATTENTION and not intending on seeming rude . lingering by nearby doorframe , steve waits with a patient smile . to say he’s heard a lot about her is fair , TO CLAIM HE’S HEARD HER a lot more is honest fact .
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plotted thread with @drcylewis cont. from discord!
No connection was made just by hearing her voice, but upon looking up, their eyes meeting, a flicker of recognition sparked in his mind. The intern. Jane's henchman. The corners of his lips drew downward, his already unamused expression darkening. She had recognized him. Of course, out of thousands, he had run into one of only two people who would be able to identify him. He never had considered himself lucky. And perhaps he had been a bit...overambitious with the camouflage. But it was New York! A business district, its streets filled with desperate individuals scrambling to get to their lackluster occupations, for which they were far too overdressed.
It sounded all too familiar. He looked down at his suit.
"He's not here," he mumbled, his gaze falling to the ground between them where her uneaten bagel lay. In his head, the Titan growled, You have an objective, Asgardian. I would advise you to move on. There is no time for pleasantries. She recognizes you. Who is to say she will not notify someone of your arrival? I will take care of her. The Trickster shook his head and, in the most demure act of defiance, bent down to retrieve the pastry, and offered it to her. Meeting her gaze once more, he hesitated for a moment. "...Can you help me?"
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[ Text: PoliSci Chick ]; Fuck, no, that wasn’t on purpose! [ Text: PoliSci Chick ]; Yell at Steve, not me! He’s the one who sent it to you! [ Text: PoliSci Chick ]; Can we please just pretend that never happened?
drcylewis replied to your post: drcylewis replied to your post: ANT-DADDY ??...
True, he’s more third cousin removed.
exactly not a daddy bone in him until I get him into bed
@drcylewis continued breakfast club
Matt smiles ruefully and huffs a little. “Of that I have no doubt.” His smile turns more genuine. ”Then again, you’re pretty extraordinary yourself.”
@drcylewis ★ continued from.
[ sms > darcy ] if i buy the stool you might actually be able to whoop my tall ass [ sms > darcy ] consider it a very early christmas present
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it’s been about two minutes of feeling eyes on him, and really, he’s trying his best to ignore it and not blow up over someone who’s just curious... but after a minute or so he gives a huff, hand running through blond locks as his hand practically slams his black coffee onto the two-person table. he spies the woman directly across from him at the next table, and wash’s eyes narrow. “ can i help you with something?? ”
