+spookywheels-inthirty entered the bullpen.
"Hey, look who's up..."
"You feeling any better today, Hotch?"
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+spookywheels-inthirty entered the bullpen.
"Hey, look who's up..."
"You feeling any better today, Hotch?"
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☻ Something the Mun and Muse disagree on
【❄】 "Our ideas of ‘cold’ are different,” he responded almost right away. “Sixty degrees outside, she’ll complain and grab a jacket.”
+5 are possible unsubs.
"Derek Morgan, special agent with the FBI."
"Is there anything I can do for you today?"
First name: rachel Nickname: garciamun Age: 17 or 18 i think???????? idk (but from ur writing i'd say somewhere in ur twenties) Gender: ur a lady p sure Sexual Orientation: idfk Nationality: american Relationship status: single??????? Likes: criminal minds (i mean i'd think so), art Dislikes: uh Random fact: ur awesome
since you did one for me here u go
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Not bad!
I'm not going to give you correct answers unless anyone else wants to give it a shot.
"Hotch?"
Her words are quiet, almost afraid, as she stands at the foot of his bed. It's not that she's afraid of him, but more that she knows how long she has been away, and she knows the circumstances of why she had gone.
"I heard you were in the hospital."
Don't leave me!
【❄】 It was inevitable, but Red didn’t want to consider that variable in the equation. With such an important job and so many connections to people much more important than him, Hotch remaining in Kanto was an impossibility. But the fact that he was leaving—
✦ He couldn’t accept it.
✦ "Don’t—don’t leave.” A childish request he knew the other couldn’t fulfill. “Not yet.” But that didn’t stop Hotch from continuing on, each rhythmic, purposeful step one more further away from Red’s home region. He had to leave. He had to return to his home. And in some corner of his mind, the young elite knew that.
✦ "Not yet,” he uselessly reiterated under his breath.
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(( It's the closest to a Foyet mask that I could get. It's just a black mask from a halloween shop, but I have to do a bit of work to it to make it look officially like his.))
u sent me one so ☎
【❄】 The illuminated screen of his Pokégear was an imperceptible, blurred mass of color which made his head pound, and the name was almost impossible to make out, though he somehow managed. Many long moments passed in which Red fumbled for the talk button, nearly missing the call before triumphantly pressing his thumb down on it and lifting the device to his ear.
✦ "Hhh—” He was cut off by a hiccup. “Hotch? ‘M feelin’ pretty bad righ’ now…w-whassup?”