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[agenthandlebar]

so. im leaving the group. some things arose yesterday and given that im the primary suspect in the incidents i’m going to leave because i don’t want anyone to ever feel uncomfortable from my presence.

i just really wanted to say that it’s been a great couple years with you guys, even the ones who haven’t been around the whole time. i met a lot of people i really love and really care about in this group and it’s helped me a lot over some really rough times and i hope that everyone who is in it has the same experience.

so reg and demp will no longer be active and maybe if things clear up ill consider bringing someone back in the future. but i wish you all the best of luck in the reset and i’ll miss each and every one of you.

edit: oh. and my personal is agentwyoming is anyone wants to keep in touch with that.

[agenthandlebar]

“Do not.” As luck would have it, or maybe not have it in this case, Reg did have excellent hearing. And the suggestive comments were definitely not helping with the blush. If he wasn’t worried about knocking over his stack of papers, he probably would have smacked the other man several more times. “You are very lucky. I could bring you up for sexual harassment if I wanted to.”

He’s so close, so close, to just chucking the other man out. But, he does have a point. Reg checks his watch with a grimace and looks back and forth between the papers and the man. He could kick him out, but then he faced the very real problem of losing the steam to continue marking. He could go get coffee himself, but then he’d be wasting more time and he couldn’t exactly afford that. As much as it pained him to do so, it was the most logical option. “Fifteen minutes. That’s it. No more, no less. Then you can get me a large caramel latte. Skim milk, no whip, and as many shots as they can fit. And would you like me to slap you again so you can find out?”

“There’s really three cheeks that aren’t as red as they could be.” Kai murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He hoped the other man didn’t hear it while he stalked back over to his seat, hiding his very red face behind a bunch of already graded papers. Well at least he’d been a good kisser…or at least he hoped that’s what the red face meant. “Yes I am very lucky to have such a merciful dude in here with me. He spares my one cheek, he spares my ribs from a massive bruising. Thanks dude.” 

He watched him pick up his cup with a look of distaste and couldn’t help but grin again. “Sooo that looks awful cold, y’know in about fifteen minutes that guy’s attention span is gonna be all used up and I could maybe grab you something warm, that is, if you’d let me back in once I left. And yeah, I kinda would like to know. S’why I asked silly.”

[agenthandlebar]

omina-vincit replied to your post:right. so. reg is a history major grad student who...

neeeeeeeeeeeerd

WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT

[agenthandlebar]

“You’re god damn right you deserved that! It’s less than you deserve! You can’t just come in and kiss someone with no...no prompting or anything! And don’t you dare try to act like you were trying to do me a favor by doing it because your other cheek is not as red as it could be.” He huffed as he shoved the man out of the way of the table, looking over his papers as an excuse to hide this damn blush that won’t go away. At least he could hopefully attribute that to the anger still. “No. Shut up. You’re lucky I don’t throw you out there right now and call him back down here.”

He growled in frustration when he moved his coffee cup from the papers to keep it from creating a ring and realized that it was cold so he could indeed go for a cappuccino right then. “And wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Oooooow.” Kai whined, rubbing at the now sore spot on his cheek. “Okay so maybe I deserved that a lil…but still man no need to be so harsh. I thought that fuckin brick shit house was gonna come in here so I uh, did the first thing I could think of. Totally forgot he locked the door….I’d like to point out that if he did come  in here and see me though, he’d have totally kicked the shit out of me, meaning he’d have probably messed up your papers man. I was trying to do something for the both of us with that move. Promise.” He leaned against the table, trying hard not to imagine the man slapping him in other less…panicked circumstances. “Anyway lemme make it up to you somehow maybe? I can totally be your personal coffee boy and paper runner once I’m sure the big dude’s given up on finding me. I make and also order great cappuccinos .” He tried for a charming grin, wincing as it stretched the red skin on his cheek. 

“So you slap like that all the time or is it just when you’re really pissed off?”

[agenthandlebar]

“Hello. Wait. No, not hello. Get out. It’s none of my concern what you did to a giant anyone.” Reg positively scowled at the other man, pushing his glasses up from where they had slid down slightly as he eyed him. He was not particularly fond of how the man’s gaze had gone from slightly panicked to more...primal in intent and he did not really want to find out why. “And you’re not doing a very good job of being quiet which is just disproving your point.” 

He was about to stand and hopefully goad the man into leaving when all at once... Well, he didn’t exactly know what was happening right away. The lips hit his and it took a moment to register. Maybe even two moments. Then after that it wasn’t realization that kept him from moving so much as shock at the situation. His hands sat rested on the arms of the chair and he watched the other man continue to kiss him with wide eyes. Just as he finally mustered up the coherency to push the man away, he pulled back on his own and Reg was left staring with his cheeks getting warm. The cogs started moving again and Reg stood, took one look at the man, and drew his hand back to provide him with a firm, open hand slap across the face. 

He hissed at the pain in his hand as he shook it to relieve the sting and shot a nasty glare across the room. “Going to explain yourself? Or shall I do that again?!”

“Hiding is what I’m doing dawg and I kinda can’t really do it anywhere but here since the giant dude i’m hiding from his out there and-hello.” Kai paused, finally getting a good look at the hot older dude sitting in the small room’s only chair. Please god let him be a TA and not a professor. Please let him be willing to forget this whole thing later.  “Look man I’ll be extra quiet dude. It’s all part of the whole hiding thing and I definitely won’t touch any of your uh, super important papers man. Furreal.” 

He moved a lil closer, his smile quickly turning to a grimace when he heard the yelling from outside coming closer. “OH shit.” He needed to hide. Hide more. And this would be way easier if he wasn’t so drunk fuck. The angry voice was almost outside the door now and Soren did the only thing he could think of, rushing forward to grab at the hot hopefully-TA’s face and mash it to his in an admittedly not superb kiss. It was a real testament to Kai’s priorities in life that he could manage to correct the kiss within a second,but he couldn’t think of a better way to hide from his angry pursuer in the same span of time. Behind them the doorknob rattled a few times and the guy banged against the wood of the door, once, twice, before giving up and stalking farther off down the hall.   Kai let go of the hot dude’s face, moving away a bit. “Huh…So I totally forgot I locked that…sssssorry.”

[agenthandlebar]

Reg should have been more careful choosing a study room further away from the noise and the bulk of the campus. But, marking papers was marking papers and with the end of the school year looming he didn’t exactly have time to be picky, or the guts to piss off the prof he was marking for. Besides, he could zone out fairly easily as he went over what felt like the hundredth analysis of the same time period. Zone out so much, in fact, that he didn’t notice the door open, or close, or lock. But, he did hear the voice.

The voice that nearly caused him to fall out of his chair in surprise. He did manage to retain some dignity though, using the movement to swivel the chair around and come face to face with the slightly messy, slightly intoxicated man. He frowned as what was said finally began to register and shook his head. “No. I’m busy you can’t just barge in and you can’t just stay here. Go find some place else to do....whatever it is you’re doing.”

Kai probably should have been a lil more exacting when he’d asked the girl if she had a boyfriend. If he’d maybe pressed the question a lil further before hooking up with her he wouldn’t be running down the hall now, trying his best to put as much distance as he possibly could between himself and 400 pounds of jealous linebacker.  Normally this was the part of the night where he’d find Roro to use as a his personal brand of growly asshole deterrent, but the last time he’d seen RO he’d had a drunk freshman hanging off his shoulders, so that course of action was probably closed to him. Instead, he did the only sensible thing he could think of, ducking into the nearest empty room and closing and locking the door behind him. Unfortunately the room he’d chosen seemed to be occupied. “Uh hey, sorry wow. So I’m just here for a minute or two, or twenty, don’t mind me.”

[agenthandlebar]

He grunted a bit at the sudden bump into him, not expecting that either since he had stopped short enough. But at the small glance in apology he returned a curt nod to show no harm done. He was going to ask if York knew where south was, but the man’s question did negate his own. “Not unless she’s hiding under her bed. Which, I don’t believe to be likely given the mess under it.” Sighing, he stepped to the side so York could see past him to confirm what he said. “The little hellion took off somewhere. And of course decided to take my cat with her. And of course didn’t think to ask first.”

It was the last thing he’d expected either, especially as he wasn’t really paying attention and ended up walking straight into Wyoming as he was leaving South’s room. He looked at him a little apologetically for a second, then wondered what he’d been doing in there. “Could say the same to you, Wyoming,” he said with a shrug. “Is South in there,” He asked, glancing behind him to try and peek into the room and see if he could see the person he was looking for and his dog.

[agenthandlebar]

Gary missing usually meant one thing and one thing only. Since he was typically well behaved, and rarely left the room without Reg accompanying him, it usually meant a kidnapping. And a kidnapping was usually performed by South. Even if Reg had any doubts about who had stolen his cat, those were quickly brushed aside when he realized just how much his room smelled like vanilla. Given that South made an effort to make his accommodations smell like her every time she visited, it was clearly her. 

With a tired sigh he had made his way to South’s room, not bothering with knocking and just walking right in, to of course find it empty. Picking up some trash she had laying next to her bed and depositing it in the bin, he tried to determine where she had gone as he left her room and unexpectedly, and almost quite literally bumped into-

“Agent York. Did not expect to see you here.”

Normally when York returned to his room at the end of the day, his little puppy was all over him, jumping up, yapping excitedly, and licking at his face when he finally picked him up. But the room was quiet for a change, and D was nowhere in sight, which should have been more worrying, except it wasn’t uncommon for South to just come along and steal his dog whenever she felt like it. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he started to make his way to South’s room to retrieve him, knowing that she’d be giving him nothing but treats and probably messing up some of the training he’d been giving him too. 

[agenthandlebar]

right. so. reg is a history major grad student who mainly functions as a ta for one prof, then attends a few courses of his own, as well as offering small bits of tutoring on the side. he lives just a few minutes off campus in a small flat and pretty much off of his parent’s dollar at this point in time. he’s a member of the lacrosse team and the archery club and that’s about it.

[agenthandlebar]

9 :D

((stevie bby OF COURSE YOU SHOW UP WHEN ITS WYOUTH OF COURSE YOU DO))

[Text]: ur a big duck!

[Text]: dick*****

[Text]: waht the fcuk y didnt yu take me to a niec dniner

[Text]: YOUR SPOSED TO TAEK PPPL TO A NICE DINNER WEN U BRAKE UP WIT THEM

[Text]: I’m sorry?

[Text]: yeH YOU BETER BE SORRY

[Text]: IM GREAT

[Text]: No. I meant I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong number? 

[Text]: i dnt have the wrong numver!

[Text]: youre lyign!

[Text]: cause youre a duck!

[Text]: dick*** DUCK

[Text]: FUCK***

[Text]: Look, I’m sorry you got dumped. I’m sure you’re very pleasant when you’re sober and there’s plenty of fish in the sea and all that. But, right now your anger is slightly misdirected since I am not the one who dumped you. 

[Text]: ur missing out!

[Text]:

[Text]: LOOK AT ME

[Text]: IM HOT

[Text]: AND YOU DMPED ME

[Text]: I won’t deny that you’re hot but I really did not dump you. 

[Text]: PROVE IT

[Text]:

[Text]: See?

[Text]: Never dumped you. Not your ex.

[Text]: OHHHHHH

[Text]: shit

[Text]: we shuld do things

[Text]: im good at things

[Text]: Well, we’re in the same area code. If you survive your hangover I could be open to coffee. We’ll talk about how dumb your ex is for dumping you?

[Text]: SO DUMB

[Text]: bye mr moostache man

[Text]: Reggie.

[Text]: bye mr moostache reggie

[agenthandlebar]

15 AU prompts pt 4

Person A is an immortal and finally found out B was reincarnated but doesn’t remember them

A’s an ER nurse/doctor and B comes in with a minor injury but is freaking out/afraid of medical devices

A works at a soup kitchen and mistook B for a person in need

A found a number in a library book and it turns out B’s friend left it there as a prank

A bumped into B’s car and thinks B is really injured when B is just really taken by A and asks for a date to make them even

A keeps going to B’s apartment by mistake to visit a friend, it’s not always an accident

A stole a car and halfway down the road B wakes up in the backseat

A and B are rivals in an online game, meet by chance in person and recognize each other’s voices

A angrily drunk texts B by mistake thinking it was their ex

A accidentally ran over B’s toes while on a skateboard/bike/scooter/etc

A dies but B is still alive so A’s ghost acts as a guardian angel until B dies and they meet up again

A took B’s prescription glasses by mistake and now B is blindly trying to give chase to get them back 

A is Santa/Easter bunny/etc at a mall photo shoot and B’s brought in a kid for pictures, A awkwardly tries to hit on B without alerting/traumatizing the children

A stole B’s camera but after looking at the pictures A feels bad and decides to track B down to give it back

A’s cat just chased B’s dog and now the owners have to catch them before they get lost, optional: the owners blame each other/each other’s pets

[agenthandlebar]

Oh, but of course. I should have known better. Bit embarrassed really that I didn’t pick up on him being someone completely different given my history with clones. Or maybe my embarrassment is for nothing and he actually lives only in your head? [snorts in amusement with a small smirk] I was not asking where you came across it Oak. I would never be so rude. Just your intentions for procuring it.

What are you talking about that wasn’t me! It was the other Oklahoma, he fills in from time to time and makes bad decisions and leads the new guys down the wayward path to mischief. [after a short while Oak ceased his walking, leaning against the door frame of his room still nursing a cat-like grin] Now now Reginald, you of all people should know a gentleman never tells. Asking me where I acquired things, the cheek of some people.

[agenthandlebar]

How do you not know where the kitchen is yet? Honestly, it’s-... [pauses for a moment and hums, looking kai up and down] No, I think you’d likely be too stupid to find it id I just gave you directions. And I don’t want you to show up blaming me for getting lost. Follow me so I can be rid of you.

Okay fine don’t take the compliment. Won’t be the first guy today. Fiiiine…where exactly is the kitchen?

[agenthandlebar]

Of course I’m responsible. Why on earth would you be responsible for not watching where you’re walking? [groans and pinches at the bridge of his nose] Go put some ice on it before you gain too much character.

Okay seeing as I’ve walked into two walls today I think I’m way past saving my dignity. Yeah you’re also responsible for the worsening bruise situation on the left side of my face dude. Congrats on that. And hey, I think they add character.

[agenthandlebar]

LabelM. Bobhead, Belgium.

Photographer: Richard Monsieurs.

[agenthandlebar]

Not bad, per say. But, you did give me one that managed to restart my smoking and I have yet to forgive you for that. [shakes his head in amusement as he continues to follow oak] By ‘came across’ do you mean you sought it out or it just... happened to fall in your lap?

Entirely excited, have I ever given you a bad gift after all? [spins on his heel swiftly and begins the walk towards his bunk, grinning all the while like a kid at Christmas] So, as we are aware, you have a fondness for antiques. And, it just so happens that I came across something that I thought you might like.

[agenthandlebar]

I don’t know if I should be excited or scared. And the funnest things are hardly ever practical are they? [smiles softly and trails after oak] Lead the way.

[continues to grin] Not harmful to your health, but potentially harmful to others if used in the right capacity. Not the most practical of things however. [rocks backwards and forwards on his heels slowly, gesturing back over his shoulder casually] Follow me, good sir.