#oftheroyalnavy

[aroguedeviation]

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Rogue squeaks, disappearing between his arms and his jacket. Her head tucked beneath Jame's chin, her eyes flick around, barely able to see above his bicep. Why is everyone so much taller than her? "Are... we okay?" Rogue asks quietly, her hands instinctively taking hold of his shirt. "Is someone lookin' at us, or... or what? Should we move? Ah'm bad at this spy stuff."

[phasingkitty]

Welcome to Jean Grey School. Can I help you?

[fangedfirecracker]

+ oftheroyalnavy

Can I help you, dude?

[onlytalia]

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[guaranteeofinnovation-blog]

oftheroyalnavy

-- Double-oh-seven.

[anabhorrentconcept]

oftheroyalnavy

Sherlock Holmes. Pleasure.

[aroguedeviation]

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[ofrussianfataleandred]

Alright, I'm off for the night. Tagging the people that I still owe so I don't forget.

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

oftheroyalnavy liked your post: does anyone want to plot or s/t?

[forlornsoldier-blog]

oftheroyalnavy stood too close

Jason sits within a shabby bar. The security is weak. One 20 gauge shot gun tucked under the bar. Around him are drunk men with anger management problems. They could beat up a man, but they aren't able to kill one. No cameras, no questions--a perfect place to recollect his thoughts. Bourne sits at the bar sipping cranberry juice from a shot glass. He stares at a crack on the surface of the counter.

[aroguedeviation]

oftheroyalnavy replied to your post: “™¦”:

ow.

(( Why ow? o: ))

[irmakruhl-blog]

oftheroyalnavy

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bond."

[ofrussianfataleandred]

Bond,

[ Natasha said, approaching James. Once he turned around, she grabbed the coat of suit gently and pulled him into a brief kiss. ]

Don't ask.

[steppingonyourmoment--archi-blog]

oftheroyalnavy started following you

Bond.