#sorry king

[TXT] :you left your jacket here.

[ txt : tseng ] no shit

[ txt : tseng ] i didn't leave it there on accident

the text makes a self satisfied smile curl on his lips, entirely unapologetic about it. why should he be ? it was completely normal for someone to leave their clothes behind at their boyfriend's house, rich secret agent or not. no doubt @warcleric is perturbed by that, which only makes it funnier. the picture the other sends of the offending article of clothing haphazardly thrown onto a chair only makes his amusement grow.

[ txt: tseng ] why don't you just bring it to work when you come in ?

[ txt: tseng ] sure everyone will get a kick outta that

losers for the World Cup and against Japan

hands  clasped  behind  his  back,  mickey  admires  the  poster  on  the  wall  that  bears  his  resemblance  –  the  pseudo-indie  he'd  done  with  his  father  that  won  him  an  oscar,  lauded  now  as  an  example  of  cider  point  greatness.  pride  and  disgust  twist  themselves  into  his  gut  in  equal  measure,  given  respite  only  when  a  familiar  figure  walks  through  the  doors  to  his  left.   ❛  you  again.  ❜   said  plainly,  though  there's  a  distinct  absence  of  the  civility  he'd  practiced  the  night  of  tommy's  birthday,  replaced  only  by  the  tight  flex  of  his  knuckles  hidden  from  view.   ❛  let  me  guess  –  you  work  here?  ❜