The RP Blog for Agent Huntington

She was stopped in her tracks in what he was telling her and she could feel her face grow red. “They’re really nothing special……" she said quietly as she looked down at her feet. “But thank you……"

He turned his head away, forcibly clearing his throat as he tried to stop the blushing of his face. “You’re very w-welcome." He coughed. “Do you get out much… from the Brown complex?"

"Are you coming down with something?" she asked due to his coughing and how flush he's face was getting. She was about to check his temperature with her hand but stop before her hand got his forehead. "Sorry force of habit...."

She was stopped in her tracks in what he was telling her and she could feel her face grow red. “They’re really nothing special……" she said quietly as she looked down at her feet. “But thank you……"

"No, I’m fine," she replied. “Let’s go get my bag and the forms. I really need to get back to the office."

He walked to the door and waited, arms crossed. “Alright if you insist. But don’t try to tell me I didn’t try if...

"No, I’m fine," she replied. “Let’s go get my bag and the forms. I really need to get back to the office."

He walked to the door and waited, arms crossed. “Alright if you insist. But don’t try to tell me I didn’t try if something else happens. That’s a constant in this house…" 

"Did you leave the forms in the office too?" she asked. Her migraine was slowing going away now seeing she wasn’t trying to think about yesterday but on something else. She loosened up a bit because of it and felt less winded up. “How about we go back get the forms, my bag, and I can apologize to that robot for my behavior."

He took note of her growing ease, trying to keep it in his mind so he could write it down later. “This sounds like a very good idea… Are you sure you wouldn’t like to rest a bit? Don’t want to strain yourself too much. Maybe I could bring you a tea or cookies? Perhaps its low blood sugar."

"No, I'm fine," she replied. "Let's go get my bag and the forms. I really need to get back to the office."

"Did you leave the forms in the office too?" she asked. Her migraine was slowing going away now seeing she wasn't trying to think about yesterday but on something else. She loosened up a bit because of it and felt less winded up. "How about we go back get the forms, my bag, and I can apologize to that robot for my behavior."

"I have this phobia of cats," she replied as she looked down to the ground. She still can’t look him in the eye. She was too afraid of what her body would do if she looked at him in the eye. Then she realized something he said and that made her look at him with a confused face. “Wait, second time?"

He folded the book under his arm and walked back towards her. Sitting on the arm of a nearby chair and folding a leg over his knee. “I told you earlier… you were here yesterday. We even ran into Marshmallow yesterday as well… And you had a very similar reaction." He bent forward, tilting his head and giving her a stern look over the rim of his glasses. “Thats not just a fear of cats. Thats an extreme fear… but he is an extreme type of cat. I thought as a brown suit you would be… better equipped for such situations. They know of Marshmallow. So why would they still send you here?"

"I only came here because you haven't been replying to my emails and I needed to get these forms completed so I can close the file up." She stood up because she couldn't stand sitting down for another second. She walked around to the back of the chaise and but her hands on the back. She started thinking about what he was saying about her being here yesterday. That's when the migraine came. Her hand went for her bag or where her bag usually is, but it wasn't. "My bag!"

"I have this phobia of cats," she replied as she looked down to the ground. She still can't look him in the eye. She was too afraid of what her body would do if she looked at him in the eye. Then she realized something he said and that made her look at him with a confused face. "Wait, second time?"

She sat on the chaise trying to calm herself down. As soon as she got calm, she played back what happened and realized what White had done. Her eyes grew large in shock as she looked up at him but only for a second, she couldn't stand the embarrassment of what just happened. She was an agent of BROWN, not some scared little girl. She fell in being a good representative of her agency with her action here today. Shame washed over her the more she thought about it. She must find a way to redeem herself but she scared it was too late for that.....

She walked down different hallways and ended up at an elevator. She hesitatingly stood there and was about to push it when she heard something coming towards. Something big. Something in her made her run the opposite way like she knew what was coming but unfortunately for her she ran…

He gasped, grabbing her by the elbows and lifting her off the floor. “Shhh shhh its okay Agent Terra." He tried to calm her and holding her close to his chest. He turned them away, facing his back to Marshmallow. He turned his head slightly and gave the cat an angry glare. “That was not nice Marshmallow…. Agent Terra… are you alright? He won’t hurt you." He patted her head. “Do you want me to take you from here?" He offered, slipping a hand around her back, ready to carry her if she wished.

"Yes....... get me out of here," she replied as she held on tighter to him. She didn't know where this fear of cats came from but she always had it or at least she thought she did. Sometimes she couldn't tell anymore.

She walked down different hallways and ended up at an elevator. She hesitatingly stood there and was about to push it when she heard something coming towards. Something big. Something in her made her run the opposite way like she knew what was coming but unfortunately for her she ran...