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Dr. Spencer Reid ([personal profile] dr_pretty_boy) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2012-06-01 07:05 pm
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So....what are we doing today?
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recompensed: (prince: so much shall i falsify)

[personal profile] recompensed 2012-06-02 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
You had promised an explanation of the intricacies of your craft.
dr_pretty_boy: (Happy Reid is happy.)

[personal profile] dr_pretty_boy 2012-06-02 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
I had.

[He smiled, running a hand through his hair before glancing around.] Here, or shall we go for a walk?]
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oh hey it's that college!Bruce I was telling you about

[personal profile] ponderous 2012-06-02 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
The same thing we do every day, Reid: try to take over the world -- through conflict resolution and nuclear disarmament. [he smiles wryly.] C'mon, grab your stuff. Let's go to the lake.
dr_pretty_boy: (Just a little headache)

ohai! ^___^ I have been working. And sleeping. And tagging. And woefully slow. XD

[personal profile] dr_pretty_boy 2012-06-02 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He grinned, shaking his head as he sat up, stretching out his shoulders from being hunched over the library desk all day. His joints sounded like popcorn.]

The most benevolent world leaders ever in history. [Nope. His back didn't want to uncurl. Whining, he slumped back down, hiding his face in his arms.]

No, go on without me! I'm not gunna make the sequel, Bruce.
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[personal profile] ponderous 2012-06-02 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bruce blinks.] I should show you some stretches. [Bruce offers his hand to Reid. He doesn't have to use a third of his strength to pull Reid up. After he's standing, Bruce pats him on the back.]

A co-dictatorship. [He quirks a wry smile at Reid, sharing an old joke.] But who watches the watchmen?
dr_pretty_boy: (Actually you're right...)

[personal profile] dr_pretty_boy 2012-06-02 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He made a sound like he was dying, but it was quiet and didn't carry past the heavy doors of the private room he'd reserved. His muscles were tight from hunching over his books all day and the sudden straightening hurt. The pat on his back popped a few of his vertebra, though, and the relief was immediate.]

His girlfriend, obviously. Give me a minute to pack up all this crap, yeah? I'm still working on that stupid Bio-Chem paper. I've got two more weeks until it's due and I'm trying to make sure he has to let me in his class.

[Please hold while he shoves books into his bag...Honestly, one of these days, he's going to snap his own neck with that stupid thing.]
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