#agentscotch

"Corndog is a GREAT name!"

"I'll give you Ranger but Shelby? Really?"

@agent-scotch

Sitting on his chair behind the desk, he had his arms crossed over his chest, watching Sora. The turtle was still sitting on the desk, though he had put it on a tray so it wouldn’t run away (as if that was possible…) or soil any files. “No.” An eyebrow rose, rather unimpressed. “But you can give it a name if you take it with you.”

Send three names and I’ll say who I’d fuck, marry, kill - @agent-gin @ohsolovingsouls

"Well obviously I'm going to marry Joe."

The meeting room was silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Only a young, blonde woman occupied the space. Well, to say she was young was a misnomer. She appeared young, like in her mid-twenties. But she was, in fact, much older than most of the people in this facility. She could be a grandmother to them, in fact. But they didn't know that, and they didn't need to know that. It was her business.

She was patient as she waited. There was nothing to do but sit and observe her surroundings. There wasn't much of note; it was like any other meeting space. That almost disappointed her. She would have loved something more exciting.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention, and she turned her head towards the door. When it opened, she stood up to meet her new acquaintances. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the woman, the one she was most eager to meet.

Benji was lost in a world of his own, fingers flying over his keyboard, so he didn’t hear the door opening or the sound of footsteps behind him. It was only when he sensed a presence behind him that he almost jumped out of his skin. 

Huckleberry Wells is lacking:

1) good taste 2) THAT 3) intelligence.

"Well I'll tell you what I'm not lacking, Sora's panties."

Tagged by @agent-scotch / @agent-gin

If my muse was a dog, what kind of dog would they be?

@agent-scotch