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@hotchalanche

« ⌘ |[ Foyet’s grin is uncontainable once he spots his favorite agent.  His glee nearly tears his face in two.  Ah, this was just too perfect; fate has given him a gift today.  He leans against the wall of a nearby shop right where Hotch was going to walk, waiting for the man to meet his eyes.

          And when he does, he speaks.  “Hey.  Welcome to the shit-show, G-Man.  I’m not an illusion, by the way, but you’re gonna find a lot of ‘em roaming around because the scientists jack off on people pissing themselves over their greatest fears.  I have none, so boo-hoo for the rest of them and for you.”

[intangiblepryde]

Don’t you forget about me

@favchevse

The ball was exhausting-- what with being collected merely hours before, her date disappearing and reappearing at random-- and thankfully it was over. Sadly, it seemed that no one had sent a fleet of taxis over to the venue, so Kitty was left to hoof it. Rude. 

Actually... that guy seemed familiar, like maybe she’d seen him standing around. Oh! He was Hotch’s date. The Natasha-like individual. Which didn’t exactly inspire faith. But there was no reason to be rude.

Carefully-- no need to drag her nice dress on the pavement-- she strode over. 

“Hey, I don’t think we were introduced. I’m Kitty-- Hotch is staying with me at the moment. And you were his date, if I’m not mistaken?”

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favchevse replied to your post: ❝ I was this close to winning. ❞

“You had no chance. Two newer players against a pro? Yeah, right.”

favchevse replied to your post: ❝ I was this close to winning. ❞

He’s still pissed and he’s grumbling.

❝ At least I’m not throwing a tantrum about it... “Peter”. ❞

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"I usually don't go out of my way to talk to people, but I heard you like snakes. You're immediately a cut above everyone else now. Talk to me."

“I don’t simply like snakes, part of my body is composed of snakes.” She even lifts one to his eye level, flicking its little black tongue in his face. “Even if I did not like them to begin with, I would have had to get used to them.”

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@boldlygold liked.

« ⌘ |[ Tisiphonos sees that yellow shirt.  He does not like that yellow shirt.  Yellow is a lot like white––white is very bad, very bad.  He toddles up to the yellow shirt man and hisses at him, pointing at his shirt.  He needs to take that off and get a better shirt.  Purple is a good, good color, not bad like yellow and white.

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« ⌘ |[ “The mafia that stays together... slays together.  HOW THE HELL DID WE NOT GET CAUGHT?!”

          He knows why.  You take out the strongest players first.

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« ⌘ |[ “I’m just gonna put in the tip, baby... I promise.” George, put down the fucking knife, that’s not even a good joke.  “And if you didn’t like that one, I’ve got some killer jokes lined up, don’t worry.” EVEN WORSE.

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@baueidetic liked.

« ⌘ |[ “Sue me for being a dick to an anxious man, but hello, hello, hello, is it good to see you, Dr. Reid,” Foyet says with a horrible smirk, leaning against the wall of the train station.  He’d recognized that mop of fluffy hair as soon as he’d glanced at it, and his eyes are still lit up like a Christmas tree at the thought of causing some suffering to someone familiar.