#shieldagentburr

“Honestly? No. You look like someone who needs a dog.” Normally he would follow that up with ‘or a dick’ for the alliteration of it but he was not only starting to think she didn’t bat for that team he was also trying not to get in trouble with her. He already sort of pushed the boundaries of their friendship/work relationship. He got away with a lot to be honest. 

Puppy or a pussy?

Nono, pussy also meant cat. It wasn’t as smooth as the original. 

Mutt or a Muff! 

HA! Still got it!

“But I digress. So I’m guessing that means you’re... NOT going to karaoke night then? Come on, Burrito. I can’t even drink anymore with the meds I’m on. Not that I need to to absolutely EMBARRASS you in public.” 

shieldagentburr:

She was, in fact, completely unconvinced.

“There’s nothing wrong with taking a half day if you need it, Sterling. Everyone needs to take a breather every now and then.”

“I did the other day.”

“Had kind of... a break down... But it was in the break room so I guess it was the appropriate setting, at least?” His tone tried to make it as casual a statement as possible to downplay it but he knew better than to hope it would be skipped over.

He regretted leaving in the middle of his CD though. He’d have to ghost play it on the tablet when they got ho-- Oh, guess he wasn’t planning to go home with them, huh? He’ll figure it out. 

Clay really liked hanging out with Burr and though she couldn’t see him he jumped through her door to have a little spy session. Ironically, he was now probably SHIELD’s best spy. Look at him go. 

“What up, Burrito? You miss me?” He said to no one in particular as he saw her at her desk. 

He stepped around her office, looking at all her stuff. He had always been interested in the cabinet of stuff behind her desk and since she couldn’t exactly stop him he stepped over to it to further inspect. The first sign of a strange new presence to Burr was the slight rattling of the glass of the display case as he reached through it to touch one of the items. It was new and he hadn’t recognized it from the last time he had been there. As he went to take a closer look it inched slightly to the left in the shelf by itself, or at least it looked that way from Burr’s perspective.