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The red haired women shook her head and said with a laugh and a smile, " No, I just came to talk with you. "

@widowbitez- "Oh- Agent Romanoff!" Mitch smiled softly, "Hi. Uh- did you need something?"

@androidcases "Eh, it depends on the case I'm working on, I guess? I deal with a lot of things, pal."

@ThatOneAgent I'm changing it until you finish your work for the day. You'll never figure out what it is

@agent-flint ... Stuff?

@ThatOneAgent Research for what?

The Irishwoman hugged Mitch back tightly,burying her face in his shoulder "I practically went insane  at the other place! Punched  someone too. Though they were asking for it. "She sniffed the air for a moment,staring at the cup of coffee he was holding,a look of disgust crossing her features for a moment 
            "is /that/ what they're serving in the break room now? This place has really gone to shit without me"she added,plucking the cup of coffee out of his hand putting in the nearest trash basket. 
            "C'mon,we're getting a decent cup of coffee. Not that burnt garbage that they made"she looped one of her arms through his

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            In all honesty, without Flint around to keep him entertained, Mitch had been pretty bored.
            He thought it would be easier to work alone when Flint was busy pranking his office every five minutes- it really wasn't.
            In fact it was safe to say the mischievous woman kept him sane most of the time. It was easy to forget that you were responsible for the safety of humanity when there was someone keeping you company, and sometimes, that was a good thing.
            Of course Leo would occasionally pop in with coffees or 'just to say hi', but it wasn't the same without his prankster best friend.
            He'd been in his own little world after retrieving a shitty coffee from the almost-broken coffee machine downstairs, certainly not focused on where he was going when he collided with someone.
            Blue eyes darted up to the person's face, brows furrowed as he prepared to exchange a few choice words before realising who it was.
            His face lit up, the Scotsman grinning brightly as he pulled her into a hug.
            "Welcome back." He chuckled, "It's about bloody time, I was losing it without you."

@ThatOneAgent /I did the same thing on one of my other accounts XD.

@dolcevita_  // No problem love!

@seidhr // Of course! I definitely will :3

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@seidhr // *returns le hugs* IT REALLY HAS

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            ** ;                             * she shakes his hand * nice to meet you too .

@TWISTEDFLAMES- 
            
            Mitch. *he offered a hand to shake* Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

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            ** ;                          / . lmao , it's fine ^^
            
            i'm dana . * she nodded to him *

@ThatOneAgent //yeah

@agent-flint // :') we have more shenanigans to get up to.

@ThatOneAgent //still gotta vamp up her bio,but she'll do for now.

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            His eyebrows quirked upwards in a suggestive motion. "I wonder what other thoughts you blame me for." 
            Ah, shameless Leo. He couldn't help but make a dirty comment or two just to get his future boyfriend's face burning hot enough to possibly grill steak on it. Figuratively, of course. The only piece of meat that was going on his face was—
            Ahem. 
            Sorry. 
            "Your own prince? Who might that dashing fellow be?" Galileo faked innocence as he gripped Mitch's gentle hand with his own, dramatically batting his eyelashes at him. Bringing the hand to his lips, he kissed it. "Surely, you don't mean me, do you? I'll have to fight him for your hand." 

@GalileoxAvan Mitch laughed softly to himself, shaking his head. "I have you to blame for these random thoughts, Leo. But there's one more thing that's different between me and her- apart from me not being a redhead or a girl-- I actually found my own prince in the end." He grinned brightly, poking him in the middle of the chest.

An amused smile curled Leo's lips at the connection of the two, bright eyes sparkling in thought. Mentally comparing the two, a soft chuckle breathily escaped him; he couldn't help picturing Mitch in a pretty blue dress, trying to fire an arrow to shut down the advances of possible suitors. 
            "You don't have the red hair," he stated, "but you have red cheeks to make up for it. I think that makes you the Scottish princess, princess."