dear_mun | On boredom.

Because we love you Reid!

....Go away. Please.

[His voice might be a little muffled from how he has his head buried in his arms.]

....I wasn't expecting that to work quite so well.

[Have a fast food bag being tapped against your temple, Dr. Reid.] That's the million dollar question, dude.

Mine keeps me and Rock around because we "make her happy".

[Whoa, random fast food bags! Have a long fingered hand bat at the offending bag, though it wasn't really all that serious.

At the mention of Rock, however, he did perk up.]

I don't believe we've met. Spencer Reid....you know Rock?

She and me share a mun. I know who you are, dude. [Hands the bag to Reid...oh hey it's got a burger and fries in it.] Eat something, I could cut myself on your cheekbones.

As for me...if I told you I was the personification of the United States of America, would you believe me?

Oh. [Oh, hello. Burger and fries? Not his usual fare, but it smelled tasty enough. Of course, he wasn't one for eating food given to him by a random person he just met....

But he knew Rock. How bad could he be?

He shoved a few fries in his mouth before arching a brow.]

In this place, I'd believe just about anything. Though, I'm hoping you have a name, because walking around calling you 'America' might get a little awkward.

Alfred, if it makes you more comfortable. [In general, Alfred isn't a bad guy. He wants to help, much like Rock, but is a lot more pushy than her.] And you work for my boys in the FBI right? A profiler?

[Pushy wasn't always bad. Especially with Reid. Occasionally, he needed a solid shove in the right direction.

Munching a few more fries, he gave a small nod.]

I do. I am. I'm also trying really hard to not think too hard about the fact that the personification of a country currently suffering from an obesity epidemic is pushing food on me. [Have a small smirk, Alfred.]

I won't deny I got a love handle or two. [He pulls off his glasses, cleaning them on his shirt.] But I think it's also because I sort of associate food with comfort...which is the other reason I thought you might like some. Along with the fact my...our food culture was built around making it big and fast so we can all build and move forward quickly.

[He arched a brow, closing the bag for now in favor of the conversation. He wasn't a big fast food eater, but the offer was the important thing.]

Most people associate food with comfort, that's nothing new or even culture based. You can ask any grandmother in any country and she will be able to tell you their great-grandchildren's favorite comfort food. Thank you, by the way. I tend to forget. [He wiggled the bad a little to indicate what he was talking about.]

It's no big deal. I like taking care of people. [He laughs, sliding his glasses back on.] Japan...Kiku, has the same problem. He loves his salty food, don't get me wrong, but he also forgets to eat. When he does he is nowhere near my level. So, you aren't alone.

[The idea of the personification of countries is enough to make his head hurt, but this wasn't even close to the worst he's seen in this place. Besides, if he didn't think about it like that, then Alfred was fairly normal considering some of the people he's met here.

Wabbajack.]

It's actually far easier then people think. I can go entire days without much more then coffee if I'm really focused on something.

I think I've only done it a few times. Mattie says it's because I think with my stomach so much.

But...dude, all I want is for you not to kill yourself. I don't want to have to hook one of my boys up to an IV. It sends Ivan a bad message.

[....being referred to as anyone's 'boy' was a little awkward, but Spencer could understand the meaning behind it. Giving a small nod, he rocked a bit on his toes.]

I haven't let it get that far since my first doctorate, and that was more a mixture of sleep deprivation and caffeine overdose then being malnourished.

Mattie?

Mattie is what Canada signs his checks with. I got in the habit of calling him that when we were small because I couldn't pronounce what France called him at the time.

He and I have similar faces. So much so that a lot of people confuse us. France and Prussia are about the only ones who don't ever get it confused.

A history lesson given by the countries themselves. Interesting. [He's not kidding, either. Though, he is keeping the fact that by all logic Alfred would be the youngest solidly in his mind...]

So, do you always randomly go around feeding people, or just people who work for you?

Eh, you'll mostly get rather recent stuff from me. You gotta ask France if you want anything really old from Europe...though Turkey can still remember being the Ottoman Empire. [He blushes though, grinning.] Actually, it is a little of both. I can't leave anyone alone.

That makes sense. Well, actually, I wouldn't be surprised if you knew more then you think you do. Just, most of it from over 500 years ago wouldn't be in any language I could understand. After all, just because North America wasn't settled by England until 1492 doesn't mean there wasn't an established culture.

[Don't mind him, he rambles at everyone.]

...I find I don't want to comment on that. Or my muse is too tired to start a conversation on politics, which is always an option. It's a topic she avoids like a particularly nasty strain of viral death.

I can get flashes sometimes. Meeting Norway...a woman with long black hair. Sometimes if something relevant is mentioned, I can scrounge up folklore. I want to say there were ones who came before me and Mattie...some of them aren't there anymore.

[He gives a soft sigh of relief.] Trust me. There are something I really don't wanna talk about. Certain ones are old wounds, others...it's too soon to tell.

Don't be afraid to ask me something though. I'll tell you if I would rather not answer.

My mun would like me to point out that the above sentence should have read 'Or my mun is too tired...'. [Oh, the smirking. She also wants to mention that she's awake only by the chemical grace of a 5 hour energy shot, but he wasn't going to point that out.]

I'm sure I'll have several questions for you, but right now I can't say I have one yet. I'm oddly content, which is nothing like how I usually am, which only helps prove my point that mun needs to sleep when she gets off work...

I hope she slept well when she got there.

I'm sure your mun has a good reason. [ Dave smirks a little. ] Or so they say.

Oh, she has her hopes and dreams to keep her hold on me, if nothing else.

[Rossi gets a small smile, though, and a little wave.]

Good to see another familiar face.

[ Rossi smiles softly in return. ]

The circumstances could be better. How long has your mun had you?

[Hey, something other then the mixture of annoyance and fascination was a plus in Reid's book. Or the occasional exasperated amusement grins. This little almost affectionate smile was nice.]

The circumstances could have been worse, too. She's been toying with the idea of putting me in something called an 'H-game'?

As for time, I'd say a few months? At this place, however, only one. If that. She's been wary of coming back to here for some reason.

Because your got some sort of bizarre nerd charm? [ Hi. Meet Brian. he's a dick.]

I've been told that before. [Hi, Brian. Meet Spencer. He's a profiler. You may want to remember that.

He stepped forward, offering his hand.]

Dr. Spencer Reid. You are?

Then clearly it has to hold some truth. [ And that means what exactly? Your going to find out his deep dark secrets?

He arched an eyebrow at that hand, shaking it firmly.]

Brian Kinney. Your a doctor?

I really wouldn't know. [Worse, Brian. It means he'll be able to find out why you are the way you are.

His handshake was firm, but defiantly not a man who was too used to touch. He pulled his hand away quickly, tucking it safely back into his pocket.]

I am, though not the type that most often think of when they hear the term.

And how's that exactly does that work? You have no mirrors in your house? [ Have that charming killer smile that normally works so well on the guys in Babylon. There is no why, what are you talking about? Nope. No reason at all. Stop looking at him like that. His arms folded over Brian's chest as he clicked his tongue.]

So your a professor then?

Very few, actually. [Because that's totally an answer.

Also, I really kinda want to put Reid in Babylon. Mostly just to watch him try to leave as quickly as he possibly can.... Way too many half naked men in cages for his taste and the music? This had been a huge mistake and now all he really wanted to do was go back to his hotel room with an armload of good books...

He eyed the door longingly, gnawing at his lip before answering.]

No, the word 'professor' automatically indicates a mentor or teacher of some kind. A 'doctor' is someone who holds a PhD in something. Or somethings, in my case.

[ That reply only gets an eyebrow raise in reply but he does smile just a tad.

Well he can't leave if Brian has he pressed up against a back wall. That's how Brian's nights there normally end.

He glanced at the door before looking back at him.]

Am I keeping you? Somethings huh? Oh smart and cute. [ He gave him a wink before tilting his head.] So. What are you a doctor of then?

[Back wall, sure, but he doesn't even know the back room exists yet. If he did, he'd be out of there in a hot minute.

Casual sex, Spencer Reid is incapable of having. At least, that's how it's always been. So why, exactly, was he there? A very good question, one to which he didn't know the answer.

The wink caught him off guard and he blinked, arching a brow as it finally registered in his head that this man was...hitting on him?]

Err..T-three things, actually. Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering. And a handful of BAs to go along with them. Umm, I really should be going...

[He sounded about as out of place as he looked and he was wearing a sweatervest]

[ What? The sounds of random gay sex upset his tummy or something?

Whereas casual sex was basically what Brian lived on. He barely saw a point in relationships.

And yes. He was hitting on him. Brian hit on anything cute and who took his fancy. Reid had taken his fancy. Maybe it was the sweater vest.]

There ain't many men who can actually make me feel dumb. Hats off to you, Reid.

[ He's just going to shrug and lean back against the wall.]

Then go? [ Because he's not exactly going to stop him unless he gets a signal the other was interested. There's plenty of other fish in the gay pond.]

[It tended to freak him out, yes. He wasn't a prude, but this wasn't exactly a scene he was familiar with. At all. Ever. Even when he'd been in college for his third doctorate, he'd never really been a big party person.

He didn't even have a drink in his hand.

Taking a calculated step backwards, he rolled his shoulders in a shrug before offering an awkward smile.]

It wasn't intentional? I talk when I'm nervous. It was good meeting you, but I really should be going...

[Interest was in his eyes...but he didn't miss a step as he turned and weaved his way through the crowd to get to the doors.]

[ Brian barely recalled his collage years. Apparently getting a advertising degree lends it's self to drugs and sex. Who knew?

Brian just let the other babble before he left like a scared rabbit but he'd notice the interest there. And that was really enough, he just had to bring it out of him.

He finished his own drink, downing it carefully before following Reid though the crowd. His fingers wrapped around Reid's wrist and turned him around, his lips pressing against his a moment later.]

[........The molestation of Spencer Reid has no place on D_M. Should this continue, it needs to continue somewhere unknowing eyes can't just randomly stumble over it.

Much like Reid just stumbled into the sudden grab around his wrist, all of the self defense Morgan drilled into his head leaking out in his moment of panic.

He was a blinker. He couldn't help it.

The sound he made was rather high pitched before it was muffled against Brian's lips, though it wasn't quite as loud as the sound of surprise that followed it.]

What..?!?

http://wontlove.dreamwidth.org/333.html#cutid1 ^^

I ask my idiot mun the same question every fuckin' day.

.........

[Oh, Georgie. This is a bad idea. Eidetic memory, remember?]

[Of course he does. He just wants to poke the Qtip. Soft and fluffy, but can be a real pain in the ass.]

..........have I shut up the great Doctor Reid? This I gotta record in the books.

I'll be right up, jackie boy! Is he gone? Yes. You're stronger than I ever was. You'll hurry, right? I know you didn't sign on for this. Neither did you. I'm sorry for everything. Promise me that you will tell him how we met and how you used to make me laugh. .. He needs to know that you weren't always so serious, Aaron. I want him to believe in love, because it is the most important thing. But you need to show him. Promise me. I promise.

[His voice was soft, almost quiet, but that did nothing to hide the sheer amount of emotion those words held for the man. And when, exactly, did he get so close to the other man?]

I could snap, right now, and be out before your blood cools. No one would blink, or even care. I don't have your skill[and that word was like venom] with anatomy, but I'm fairly certain I can keep you alive long enough to make it count.

[Apparently, Reid has feelings on this matter, Georgie.]

[...yeesh. Yeah, apparently he does. George raises a brow and practically stares at the man in front of him with a nearly-impressed glint in his eyes. Nearly impressed. There's a cold smile that dawns on his face before he slowly reaches back for a knife in his back pocket, BUT. Doesn't take it out yet.]

All right, Agent. You can remember their last words. And you could kill me, and no one would probably give a damn but my dear mundane. But y'know? I could probably kill you too, and no one would really care. Lone genius of the Behavioral Analysis Unit? Youngest team member yet? Only heart I'd probably break is Aaron's, but... you know already how much I adore torturin' his sorry ass.

[See, normally Reid would catch himself. Normally, he'd stop, think, and back-peddle as fast as he verbally could while continuously distracting the unsub in question. He'd done it time and time and time again....and yet, he didn't budge.

Not even physically. He was close enough to breath Foyet's scent and all it made him want to do was to draw the gun his hand rested on. Even he couldn't miss from this range.]

I can remember everything, you sick son of a bitch. [The curse was quiet, but there. He hadn't even stumbled over it.] It's all I can hear sometimes. Aaron in the hospital... [He cleared his throat, jaw flexing.] You're wrong. You killing me wouldn't torture him at all, and I don't care how fast you stab me, I will put a bullet between your eyes.

I almost want to test that theory somethin' fierce. Just to see who would squirm more. You or that old man who threw a phone when I shot Hales some... three times.

[Oh that sick grin just gets even bigger.]

Go on, genius. Right between the eyes, right?

[His arm twitched. Physically twitched. As if he really wanted nothing more in this moment to just draw his weapon and fire it. Preferably several times. Even better if it was pressed against somewhere soft and squishy on George Foyet.

You would be sorely mistaken. I'd just be another murder used to pave your way to the needle.

Pave my way to the needle? More like a legacy, Doc. You know I'm gonna go down as one of the most fucking memorable killers to hit the BAU. And if it's only, then I'll have left a mark to a number of people.

[Oh, it was a <>bad idea to press Foyet's buttons and Reid knew that. Knew it. But then, everything about this conversation was a bad idea, and that had yet to stop him.

Leaning in closer, his grin held entirely too many teeth.]

Really? Because I'd wager with confidence that in a year I could ask the Hotchner's neighbors and they wouldn't remember a thing going on in that house, let alone anything involving 'The Reaper'. [Yes, that was complete with air quotations, Foyet.] Bundy, Dahmer, The Zodiac Killer, Jones. Those are the names people remember. Not Foyet.

[Okay, so maybe the genius is a little unhinged at the moment. Please hang up and call again later.]

On boredom.

And the stalker makes his entrance

XD!!! Reid hates you. So much. <3333

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And back! Sorry for the delay. XD

Is okay. I kinda fell asleep XD

XD No shame in that. I'm at work, otherwise, I would be, too.

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This....is stupidly amusing. XD

XD

No, brain. Do not turn this into an actual verse. >< No matter how amusing it is.

Do it <3

/Sigh. So, your place or mine? XD

mine?

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Is it bad that my hands are -actually- shaking? XD! /Fail

Not at all! Foyet's been GRIPING at me to play for a while. He's a sick SOB. Apologies to your muse!

No, I'm loving it! Though, you are making my Reid wibble. XD

*hugs both muse and mun* I'm always a fraction worried about how I play Foyet.

/There are hugs! Yay! And don't worry. I'm super paranoid about my Reid.

hugs both muse and mun I'm always a fraction worried about how I play Foyet.