I’m still too fucking tired to get mad at him, so I tell him that that’s need-to-know information and guess what, he doesn’t need to fucking know. He shrugs and says ‘can’t a fella ask a fuckin’ question’, quietly but sure as fuck loud enough for me to hear. I bounce a tea bag off his head.
0420, day 6. Agent Kawamura wakes up, looks around, says ‘damn’ and goes back to sleep again.
0430, day 6. Some kind of bird hoots very loudly in the forest. Agent Stinson asks whether bears can imitate bird noises when they stalk their prey. Agent Rollins tells him that they cannot.
0435, day 6. The bird hoots again, much closer. Agent Stinson asks whether bears are capable of climbing trees and leaping down onto people, as an alternative to charging them on the ground. Agent Rollins asks Agent Stinson whether he’s ever seen a fucking bear outside of Grindr. Agent Stinson replies that he has never seen a bear in the wild and claims not to have Grindr. I tell him he’s a fucking liar because he was on there last Tuesday, half a mile away across DC and describing himself as ‘chubby and fun’. He says that was for research purposes and questions how I knew that anyway. I realise I fucked up. Agent Stinson assures us he will delete the ‘research purposes’ app when he gets back, but not before finding my twink ass.
The Asset asks what Grindr is. I tell him to shut the fuck up, and additionally inform Agent Stinson that I am not a fucking twink. Check my fucking description - I work hard, play hard and I like it rough, and I am most fucking certainly pitching and not catching.
“Ten bucks says you forget to take that out before you send it to the man upstairs.”
“Fuck you, I won’t.” He takes it out immediately, just in case.
Fill: Make Your Puppet Dance 12/14
0420, day 6. Agent Kawamura wakes up, looks around, says ‘damn’ and goes back to sleep again.
0430, day 6. Some kind of bird hoots very loudly in the forest. Agent Stinson asks whether bears can imitate bird noises when they stalk their prey. Agent Rollins tells him that they cannot.
0435, day 6. The bird hoots again, much closer. Agent Stinson asks whether bears are capable of climbing trees and leaping down onto people, as an alternative to charging them on the ground. Agent Rollins asks Agent Stinson whether he’s ever seen a fucking bear outside of Grindr. Agent Stinson replies that he has never seen a bear in the wild and claims not to have Grindr. I tell him he’s a fucking liar because he was on there last Tuesday, half a mile away across DC and describing himself as ‘chubby and fun’. He says that was for research purposes and questions how I knew that anyway. I realise I fucked up. Agent Stinson assures us he will delete the ‘research purposes’ app when he gets back, but not before finding my twink ass.
The Asset asks what Grindr is. I tell him to shut the fuck up, and additionally inform Agent Stinson that I am not a fucking twink. Check my fucking description - I work hard, play hard and I like it rough, and I am most fucking certainly pitching and not catching.
“Ten bucks says you forget to take that out before you send it to the man upstairs.”
“Fuck you, I won’t.” He takes it out immediately, just in case.