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𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍. ♡
It’s Brittany, bitch.
when you try to hold hands with your pet and they jerk their paw away:
@velnias-x gets a random starter in my semi thought out Hanni verse?
This is why you have a dog. Matt could almost hear his best friend’s voice chastising him. Sure, the Bureau had insisted he think about utilizing a guide dog but that didn’t mean Matt was used to the canine yet. Which was why he was sitting patiently next to the attorney’s desk while his owner went outside with his guide cane to get some GOOD coffee. Good coffee—better than the stuff the Quantico office’s coffee maker put out—which was now all over another man’s clothing. ❝ I am—so—sorry, ❞ Matt said slowly, sounding a bit mortified by his clumsiness. Accidents were a part of his life but it didn’t mean injuring another person felt good and his coffee had been HOT.
❝ Did I hurt you? ❞ He hadn’t heard much of the hot beverage splash against the concrete so Matt could make the assumption that he’d stained up the guys shirt at the very least, at worst it burned the poor guy. ❝ Please—uh here let me– ❞ Matt carefully felt for the small table Lecter had been sitting at to set down his mostly empty coffee cup before digging into his inner suit pocket to pull out a business card. It was a bit thicker than the ones made for the rest of the federal employees but only to make way for the added braille in addition to the usual information. ‘Matthew Murdock. Federal Prosecutor. Federal Bureau of Investigation.’ Yadda yadda. Matt ran his thumb over the raised bumps to make sure he offered out the card right side up. ❝ So I can foot your dry cleaning bill, ❞ he explained, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck. ❝ I insist,❞ the man added politely with a small smile for good measure.
Someone spam me with asks Random, questions about me, NSFW asks, whatever....just Spam me with asks
I feel super clingy and needy. Someone should spam my ask box or smother me with attention or something ❤
October mood 🌙