Jan 10, 2021
[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[Text: Bond] I do hope you enjoy hordes of cat photos otherwise you’ll be sorely disappointed.
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[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[Text: Bond] I do hope you enjoy hordes of cat photos otherwise you’ll be sorely disappointed.
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@theoccasionaltrigger continued from here
“I’m sure along with the expenses my department runs through what with the fact agents..” He stressed the word. “Don’t bring back equipment that M would be overly pleased with the fact I file an expense report for a designer couch.” But as he comes back he pauses a moment to look at him and the blood, swallowing before he steps closer.
“I don’t exactly have my address anywhere within the MI6 files....” He trailed off as he finally worked up the nerves to kneel besides the couch and hold up a hand-towel. “Should put pressure on that.”
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Slowly Q opened his eyes as the sun shown thru the crack in the curtains, his mind still addled with sleep, his vision blurry but still a small smile came to his face as he looked at James who was sleeping next to him. "Love you." He muttered quietly as he laid there for the most part unmoving next to him. It was nice to have him home, he'd missed him more than he cared to admit aloud when James was gone this time around.
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His brow rose. "Then they wouldn't be lies." But there was more to it, wasn't there? Bond talking about lies. Those were his favourite hobby, it seemed. He put the fountain pen down on the desk and leaned back, eyeing the other man. "What did you do this time?"
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“Tell me what’s going on for once,” she responded, not unkindly despite his tone. “I just want to help.”
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@theoccasionaltrigger continued from here
[SMS: Bond] I’m aware that to the uneducated eye they appear void of hair.
[SMS: Bond] My point stands, they’re not entirely hairless.
‘ you think you want me to shut up? i have to listen to myself even when i’m not talking ’
“It’s called an inner monologue, everyone has it, you’re not special in that respect, Bond.”
He opted to reply in a lighthearted way albeit a humor to his tone despite the fact there was clear frustration displayed not only on his face but in his body language. “That said I do want you to shut up.”
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In reality he should have expected the response, the disbelief that would come as a result of his own messages. But he doesn’t respond instantly, instead he focuses on Nomi and getting her to the next point without issue before picking up his mobile and responding once again.
[SMS: Bond] Given how often you injure yourself it’s not as though it would put you out for long.
[SMS: Bond] That said I would care to a degree.
[SMS: Bond] But given you didn’t address the equipment outright I’m going to assume you’ve once again laid waste to my work?