huntsmandale:

sheila—marie replied to your post: 

*SPITBALL*

God-DAMNIT- *Wiiiipes.*

Sheila, I’m tryin’a make brekkie!

I’M BORED B<

myribcagedbrain:

No, it’s not that. *B|* You are here to do your job, remember?

*At her inquiry, he shuffles the papers a bit more out of sight.* Nothing important, really. Speculated about the future a bit.

Well, yes, but Aldous and Abel are supposedly sticking me on medical leave for at least another three or four weeks.

*Joy of joys. But she’d rather not dwell on it, and turns her eyes over to him while simultaneously unloading her backpack onto the bed.*

Oh..? What is there to speculate?

(Source: sheila--marie)

freakinbluscout:

‘m hangin’ out in my blanket fort.

Y’should get a blanket and hang out.

Yuh know, s’long as you don’t try ta’ chop my head off or draw on my butt.

…..

You should make a fort-fort with the cushions from the sofas in the rec room.

*Lame, she can’t reach his head from here to fondle it inappropriately.*

it-is-the-law:

And with lovely wishes for everybody, no less.

I’m proud of you. *Oh, that sarcasm must be able to dig holes through paviment*

I’m in a wheelchair, I can mow your ass down. :T

Don’t tempt me.

(Source: sheila--marie)

it-is-the-law:

sheila—marie:

The narc is jus’ jealous that I won’t touch his butt.　

*Just… Blinks*

8| … Why would I want that. I mean, it’d be like a toddler were touching my butt. Only less disturbing.

Because most men like it when their fannies are touched by pretty ladies.

it-is-the-law replied to your post: 

*Oh he /so/ saw that* B( Glad to see you too, ma’am.

get bent

The narc is jus’ jealous that I won’t touch his butt.　

…….

*middle finger*

freakinbluscout:

sheila—marie replied to your post: 

…. *Nudges his butt with her foot.*

*JUMPS and whirls around…then glares up at her.*

I thought you only touched Spy ass.

With my hands, yes.

Everyone else gets a foot.

What’re you doin’.

myribcagedbrain:

*He grunts, disagreeing with her plan.* Don’t. You’ll make it worse somehow and be out of commission for even longer.

*Suddenly realising how messy his desk had gotten in her absence, he goes over to it, picking up maps, charts, and pages and pages of handwritten, barely legible notes, stuffing it all into a corner to organize later.*

*A sigh.* Mmm… Sorry, I know taking care of your crippled girlfriend ain’t exactly your idea of fun.

*Come to think of it, Sheila doesn’t really know what activities Nazarov would even consider “fun”. He doesn’t appear to have much in the way of enthralling hobbies, and he’s one of the most anti-fun people on the planet.*

So… aside from getting punched in the mouth, what did you do while I was gone?

(Source: sheila--marie)