#guaranteeofefficiency

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Who’s the messiest one:Definitely Q. James might throw his things around sometimes but he’ll clean it up when next he sees what he’s done.Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA:James if only because he’s more conscious of how infamous he is. Q’s aware of it too but he enjoys holding hands and sharing kisses with his partner. James enjoys these as well but he’s worried about the wrong person seeing so he might limit the kisses at least.Who’s the funniest drunk:On the rare occasions that he gets drunk, Q is most likely giggly and giddy while also being more clumsy than usual.Who texts the most:Q texts more overall as he uses it as his primary way of keeping in contact with his family and the minions. When texting each other, it’s about even.Who has the most embarrassing taste in music:James but that might be due to the fact that Q will periodically steal his music player and have it play “Eye of the Tiger” and “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” on repeat.Who reads the most:Q reads the most overall in terms of online files, reports, and on screen video text. James reads the most books.Who’s better with kids:Both of them are rather awkward around kids but Q has more practice dealing with them due to babysitting his many younger cousins and nephew at some family gatherings. Who’s the one that fixes things around the house:James though it mostly revolves around their stove whenever Q ends up melting it due to another disastrous attempt at cooking.Who’s got the weirdest hobby:Q plays video games and James works out, reads, or otherwise occupies himself. Neither of them really do anything out of the ordinary besides their work.Who cooks and who cleans up:James cooks as he learned the hard way that Q is not to be trusted in the kitchen except to make himself tea or anything that doesn’t involve any actual cooking. Q cleans up.

((*hugs face* ;u;))

//I could point you to the box it came from xD  My hair is rarely the same colour for more than a couple weeks.  :) 

But to do that, I've gotta (hopefully) sleep first so goodnight, everyone! See you all tomorrow ouo/

Flushing, Q rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and sighed quietly. They were out in the field together despite all the Quartermaster’s protests that he’d rather stay at MI6 and conduct there rather than tail the mark and do agent work. But he was ignored and so found himself in the lobby of a ridiculously fancy hotel in ridiculously fancy clothes with the most ridiculous double-oh’s head on his shoulder. “I don’t see the point,” the brunet muttered to his companion even as he tilted his head a little to the side to rest it lightly on top of the man’s head. The gesture was almost purely unconscious. “But I suppose if you must.” 

There had been an accident in Q Branch. One that no one had expected, and all the minions were looking rather sheepish about it, but for once, it was Eve who had to tidy up the mess. And the result had been quite surprising and now she had to figure out what to do with it. Hence, why she called someone she knew could help. Bond was off on injury leave at the present so wouldn't be able to get out of it. Their problem? Q. Or well, he wasn't quite Q anymore. In the place of the twenty seven year old man was now a child who seemed to be at most around seven years old. The clothes now far too big for him, and the glasses sat lopsided on his face, dark curls mad and messy. He had taken to hiding behind Eve's desk, shying away from anyone who came past and unfortunately didn't seem to have retained any of his memories. At least the minions had promised that it would wear off and they would have Q back. Eventually. They just didn't know how long.