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@thatotherwatson
the-yankee-surgeon started following you
"Why does it seem I receive that response far too regularly? It is only the smallest of needles, man. Ain’t gonna kill ya’ll."
"Maybe because no one really likes chunks of metal being pushed into their flesh and some liquid that they probably barely understand being introduced to their systems? Plus it always hurts, or itches, or both. Usually both."
the-yankee-surgeon started following you
"Blood and tissue samples, if y’d be so kind. Research purposes, y’know."
".... I'm not that fond of needles."
the-yankee-surgeon started following you
"What do you need?"
Morgan looked down to hide the dumb smile that danced on his face. You’re not a bloody high schooler. “I..-“, he chewed the words twice to make sure he won’t say something along the lines of ‘look there’s a banana peel!’, then continued, “I would quite love that, yes. Gotta practice my coffee holding skills, and repay the debt.”
James bit at his lip for a moment as he grinned. "I'm sure it'll be delightful," he commented.
[Text] John, you twat, where's my jacket? DID YOU TAKE REVENGE FOR YOUR DAMN SWEATER
[text] DON’T YELL AT ME. JW[text] Got nothing to do with it. Maybe it’s had enough of you. Like everyone else. JW[text] Actually not talking to you, til you buy me a new jumper. JW
[text] Not even in your wet dreams, James. JW
[text] Now stop. No, seriously. Stop. JW
[text] What if I said I was looking at a replacement sweater now?
[text] It's not ugly. I promise.
[text] It has space on it.
"We might as well go out with a bang, Hooper." (( OKAY SO I HAVE THIS IDEA THAT JAMES JUST CALLS MORGAN HOOPER BECAUSE HE LIKES IT BETTER THAN MORGAN ))
“Oh my god, James, you can’t trash down their ficus tree just because the elevator didn’t work.”
Morgan bit his lower lip, a specter of emotions starting a merry go round inside his head. “We, uh—”, the pahtologist broke into a pale smile, ashamed and apologetic above all, as if he had just forgotten someone’s birthday. “We don’t talk about that, ficus destroyer.”
"I didn't destroy it. I just..." he broke off, looking at the damage he'd actually made. "....Uh, pruned it."
He’s away at the moment. At least, the last I spoke with him. You may want to try St. Bart’s Hospital— he works there, or, 221B—…on second thought, don’t go there. You’d be met with his er-…surly flatmate. I’m sorry, it’s just that I don’t quite remember his new address.
"Uh yeah. Thanks. I'll try Bart's. Don't know why I didn't think of that.
Sorry for wasting your time."
[Text] John, you twat, where's my jacket? DID YOU TAKE REVENGE FOR YOUR DAMN SWEATER
[text] DON’T YELL AT ME. JW[text] Got nothing to do with it. Maybe it’s had enough of you. Like everyone else. JW[text] Actually not talking to you, til you buy me a new jumper. JW
[text] You make porcupines look Vogue.
[text] And that jacket was £150. You can pay me back for that.
[text] How about 'go and be a fetus somewhere else'? JW [text] Stop spamming. Busy. JW
[text] You'd better be busy getting me a new jacket.
So I may or may not have made a genderbent Moran.
please follow and interact maybe?
So I may or may not have made a genderbent Moran.
please follow and interact maybe?
[Text] Sherlock says he won't look into the case. Asked me to instead.
[text] Very well.
[text] Are you going to take it?
[text] Need more info.
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
You're good for my cousin, I have to admit.
"oh, james. that’s sweet of you. though, i have to admit, he’s got the patience of a saint for putting up with me."
"i’ll…pretend that’s a compliment to your cousin, then. i think."
"My cousin is great. You I'm not so sure of."
Send me a ✆ to know your name/ringtone/picture in my character’s mobile.
"So what relative would you be then? The cousin of the man my dad sticks his dick in. Huh; uncle? It's important, because I want to know if I can expect money on holidays."
"Kid, if I had money I wouldn't be giving it away. I'd be buying things. But I like the way you think."
Send me a phobia you see my character having
Reblog if your Muse is a little shit.
