red-letters:

[-( I vaguely remember him losing an important necklace a while back when you first made him. If it’s still lost, I’m going with that. )-]

“Oh? But I won’t be able to fully appreciate your reaction when you see this, dear boy.” It’s that suspiciously sweet tone once again as Abrams carefully removes the thin, golden chain from its box. It dangles precariously from a gloved index finger. Of course she’d never allow the thing to touch the floor; it held no sentimental value to the RED whatsoever, but too much time and money was poured into the relatively unimpressive piece of jewelry to allow it to break so fast. This would be her key to keeping tabs on the boy and general BLU affairs. This was her own excuse for it, anyway.

“Go on. Take it. You have my word that I will not attack you either directly or by proxy today.”

((I’m okay with this~))

*He frowned, darting forward to snatch the pendant from her grasp.*

How the hell did you get this? I-This was my Abuela’s necklace. It got stolen my first month at BL- It was you! 

(Source: seescoutrun)

(via batterswing)

red-letters:

seescoutrun:

Compl- Lady do I look like I give a fuck about my skin right now?

I don’t think so. Get the hell out before I gotta kick you out.

“Now, now. Let’s not be so hasty, love. I come bearing gifts. Here.” A mischievous grin parts her lips, revealing medically perfected pearly-whites. She pulls a chrome-finished case from the inside of her suit, presenting it as one would a bouquet.

What? Look, I ain’t comin’ nowhere near your ass to get that. put it on the floor or somethin’ and move away.

red-letters:

“Hmm…quite charming. Did you know, Mr. Miguel, that stress is bad for the complexion? Remaining angry will do you no favors.”

Compl- Lady do I look like I give a fuck about my skin right now?

I don’t think so. Get the hell out before I gotta kick you out.

(Source: seescoutrun)

OOC: I’m not normally one to get involved with drama, but…

This shit on my dash is getting annoying.

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ragequitinvoker:

seescoutrun:

Pfft. ‘now’? I ain’t got no fuckin’ problem. I’m just dandy, thanks.

*He crossed his arms, challenging the glare with a scowl.*

-She made no sudden change of expression, although she had to admit that the BLU was a little bit worried.;

Right. Dandy.

*Miguel relented with a gentle sigh and allowed his arms to fall to his sides.*

Fan-fuckin’-tastc. Peachy. Amazing even. Relax, Tiffany. I’m good. Really.

red-letters:

“Are we not at war then, Mr. Miguel? It was simply a necessary evil, my dear. I may even be putting myself at risk now by coming to seek your forgiveness.”

No, no, no. Don’t turn this shit around on me. If you feel guilty after tryin’ to cut my dick off, that’s your fuckin’ business. Whatev’a punishment you get from RED…you had it comin’. Go to hell.

(Source: seescoutrun)

ragequitinvoker replied to your post: ‘Ey, whoa’ , babe. Only I can say dat. :T

The fuck’s yer problem now? -glares a little at Miguel;

Pfft. ‘now’? I ain’t got no fuckin’ problem. I’m just dandy, thanks.

*He crossed his arms, challenging the glare with a scowl.*

ragequitinvoker asked: 'Ey, whoa' , babe. Only I can say dat. :T

Not today, you ain’t. And you’ve got a fuckin’ filthy mouth. Watch it.

red-letters replied to your post: “Ah yes! Miguel…or would you prefer Ben? It’s been too long. I hope you’ve healed up nicely. It was nothing personal, love.” The air whips unnaturally about the spy as she shimmers back into visibility.

“Tsk. Tsk. I see you’ve made no effort to control your tongue. Can’t we let bygones be bygones and all that? I’m not as bad as my previous actions have led you to believe.”

Not bad? You tried to slice off my business.

Go.Fuck.Yourself.Toots.