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[More unknown entities. Maybe this is a cosmic Christmas gift to Garrett, in which case the cosmos seriously misread his nonexistent wish list.]

I think I'll decline for today, ma'am, though - thank you for the offer. Still on the clock.

[Despite Christmas, his agency waits for no holiday.

Anyway. When you don't know what you're looking at, when it has more depth than you can comprehend, be polite. And also keep your hands ready to reach for weapons that don't, strictly speaking, exist on a physical plane.]

               ❝ —- Fancy a drink? ❞        (  the liquor cabinet has already been opened — last night, actually; and there’s a lot of alcohol in there for Life to drink on her own, so it seemed a good idea to share. serves at christmas gift, too, after all.  )             ❝ Choose your poison, if you must. I have a bottle of anything you can think of. ❞

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"Superheroes live in a world of good and evil, and she’s far more complex than a superhero. She’s been compromised. She’s been subjugated. She’s been marginalized. She’s been swept into the gutter and she’s had a part of it. She dresses like trash because she’s somebody who has been betrayed and hurt so badly, by forces beyond her control, that she’s just decided to be refuse."

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(( aggressive feelings about the fact that these weird awful versions of assassins have been around forever in different forms and names and their agency has been around under different names and different rankings and i just?????

what darlings ))

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[It's like compensation, how Garrett spends way too much of his life in thought and contemplation. Being able to kill the kinds of things they do really makes you appreciate and overdo what you have.]

Yeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever you say.

[He got the joke. He's grinning a little bit now, a small chuckle.]

How've you been?

{ She has a flare for dramatics and don’t forget it, Garrett. Got make up for slaying any good emotions she can ever really hold onto. }

C’mon, you grumpy bastard, you love me.

{ She’s making a joke, did you get it. }

Hah.

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[Do you ever see someone and think 'well this is awkward'. Because that's what looking at Honey is like for Garrett.

It's an idea maelstrom. It's a shooting gallery.]

- Hello. 

[Garrett smiles as best he can even though he's trying to take in information, information, information.]

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[And if it isn't Carson.

Garrett squints a little at the surprise in Carson's tone but crosses his arms. They see each other all the time and she's acting like they haven't seen each other in forever.]

Yeah, I do. But when you call me too much, I tend to ignore my phone ringing.

I'm taking a sort of Christmas sabbatical. Plenty of work building up though, so I'm sure New Year's is going to be jammed. 

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{ Well, well. If it isn’t Garrett. The old bastard.

         She’s thinking this like she doesn’t see him all the goddamned time. }

Garrett! You. Don’t know how to answer your phone, do you?

            Kill any stupid ideas lately?

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[This is a new encounter, to put it mildly and with extreme tact. 

Garrett does not often meet personified ideas.

This is the kind of thing that makes him itch and his spine ache. His response is to shove his hands deeper in his pockets, feet apart, somewhere between aggressive and defensive. He isn't really afraid - moreover, he's just rather unnerved and trying to figure out what to do about it.

His usual reaction to something unnerving would be to prod at it until he figures out whether or not it's worth cutting out of the fabric of things with his bare hands and teeth if nothing else. But he doubts that would be a good idea when the thing in question can prod in return.

Fine. Recalibrate. Restructure. That's built into him too.

It's not that ideas are enemies. It's that they are prospective targets, and it takes more concentration than it should to not let that show. Garrett is constantly scanning, constantly reevaluating, constantly taking in variables and changes.]

Ma'am.

[A simple crisp official greeting, words turning like the way a knife would. Good enough.]

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[Garrett's in the process of chewing a bloody hole in his lip, which is something that he does fairly often and with reckless abandon. It's more stress relief than anything, and he is a very stressed person even if he doesn't really act like it in company. 

He isn't even aware he has company.

Instead he's on his phone, texting away, trying very hard not to say choice words to coworkers. It's only when glancing up idly that he realizes someone else is present.]

- Sorry, hello. Did you want something?

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the current list of things i vaguely know about garrett

he works somewhere official as fuck in between the idea murdering

like?? fbi maybe? cia? somewhere really Government Official

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(( fuck it i'm in a good mood so you all get starters

starters for everyone

threads raining from the sky ))

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(( right hey there kids who wants a thing ))

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