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“Well if you need a break, I can stand around here and look annoyed and impatient for a while.” [Mycroft for Lestrade! <3 and hi!!]
@word-bound || The Family Starters
"You're a bloody lifesaver." Greg mumbled, a thankful smile pulling at his lips. "Just look like you're giving me a bollocking and they should leave us alone for a bit. I need a smoke."
❛ this must be like the first time you were nice to me. ❜ [Viktor for Marcus]
The hacker scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard it might have hurt just a little. "I'm nice all the time, you just don't notice it because I don't kiss your boots the way other people do." He shot back in perfect Russian, patting his pockets for his cigarettes and fishing out the pocket.
"The correct answer you're looking for, Mr Fancy, is 'thank you, my lord and saviour, I am so grateful you hacked the system to ensure that my late application wasn't detected and my career is not fucked'." He declared before lighting up.
❛ Did you not smile as he begged? ❜ [armande to Marcus!]
He ran his tongue over his teeth, a habit he had nurtured to ensure they were always clean after he had fed; no point making a mess of himself nor risking sharing his alter who did everything possible to ignore the facts of reality.
"I did smile. But because of the lack of awareness of humans, not because it was fun to watch him die." A half lie, but so small of one that Marcus didn't see what it mattered. "Why beg to return home to a family that would be more grateful for his life insurance money than for a hug? He knew it, I could hear it in the back of his mind - beneath all of the fear and the pleading and the 'is this all life is?'" He kicked the corpse away. "Behind it all 'no one is even going to care'."
"you're fucking up on purpose, aren't you?" - Armande or Mycroft for Q (your choice as to which ^-^ )
Q felt his hands curl into fists over the top of his laptop without any input of his own, Marcus had never been a fan of Mycroft but wasn't so foolish as to bait a man who would probably do as he wished with their existence. So, while his fingers were tight, the Quartermaster kept his face completely blank as he forced his eyes up to Mycroft's face.
"No, sir." The words were empty, barely concealed irritation underpinning everything despite his best efforts. "If you'd like someone else to take over the maintenance of the system I designed and has singlehandedly increased data collection efficiency tenfold across the UK then... Feel free." He stepped back. "Physical faults on the collection ends are not my fault, perhaps you should speak to your friends about assigning appropriate security budgets for all departments, not just the ones the tabloids like to natter about."
Σ(O_O；) (Alex Claremont Diaz and Marcus)
Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours || Accepting
Marcus chuckled lowly, though the sound underpinned a threat as the younger man’s fingers worked away at the top few buttons of his shirt. “And when, pray tell me, do you think you earned that right?” The hacker purred dangerously as he grabbed Alex’s wrist to hold him still, green eyes sharp and warning in the dim lights of the bar. An evening drinking while Q was in the US on a conference was Marcus’ only escape, he didn’t think he wanted some American upstart worming their way into his trousers.
"No, I can't turn into a bat." [Armand to Marcus! ]
"Disappointing. All of my childhood dreams of... Catching you in a jar and shaking you until you can't see past the end of your snout have vanished into thin air." Marcus muttered under his breath, not even looking up from his book as Armand answered his purposefully ridiculous question.
"What useful powers do you actually have then? Little that can't be mimicked by modern human technology. Seems like a pretty shit deal - I wouldn't want to live forever." He picked up his glass to take a sip of scotch.
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"Don't boop me." Q muttered, pushing away the hand invading his personal space with as much firmness as he could manage. "Don't you have better things to be doing?"
