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                                The humiliation of being CAGED                                  is what TRIGGERS us to                                                    ————— FIGHT BACK.

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they keep asking but the anwser quite simple actually

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"Everyone but you. Sure. How 'bout I'm not gonna lower my gun and you'll jus' stop annoying the shit outta me? I like that version much more."

"Everybody’s got a weakness."

Sentence Meme {Disney Edition}

"Yeah… and?"

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Luxury seat because I can and can you imagine one McAvoy on a McAvoy?

Send me “Luxury Seat” to see my character’s reaction to yours sitting on mine’s lap.

A good assassin needed good weapons. Thus, every each weapon had to be fully functional at all times and required work and effort to achieve exactly that. Wesley was currently cleaning his guns, cleaning the barrels, and pretty much everything about it. He even put up the effort to check every each round. However, what the brunet definitely didn't expect, was to suddenly experience a certain weight on his leg's, pushing them down, and clearly giving away, that apparently someone had actually fucking dared to sit down on him! Immediately, the trained killer tried to jerk away, pushed the person off his lap; especially because he didn't recognise that guy in the first place, which made the mere shock of suddenly having someone ontop of him all the worse, really.

"Who the fuck are you--?!"

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ph. george holz

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Luxury seat ;)

Send me “Luxury Seat” to see my character’s reaction to yours sitting on mine’s lap.

The assassin had been working on some blueprints; trying to memorise the buildings base to guarantee himself a good escaped from his next job without possibly getting caught by anyone, as his studying was yet to be disturbed by a quite familiar figure all of suddenly sitting down in his lap. Surprise and irritation -- those were the first two words accurate describing Wesley's mood, before he finally got a hold on himself. Gradually, a smirk crept up to the brunet's lips, eventually, a chuckle passing his lips in an amused gesture. 

"Comfortable?"

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Luxury seat

Send me “Luxury Seat” to see my character’s reaction to yours sitting on mine’s lap.

Hands practically flipping into the air as soon as he was basically 'attacked' by the other's presence taking an apparently rather comfortable seat in his lap, he eventually ended up in blinking irritatedly, his mouth opening in a futile attempt to ask for the woman's intentions. It took Wesley quite a few brief seconds, before finally reacting.

"Yeah, right, an' now tell me, what the hell you're doing, please?"