Dr. Spencer Reid (
dr_pretty_boy) wrote in
dear_mun2012-04-15 04:51 pm
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On boredom.
You have made it abundantly clear that without my team you are unwilling to use me. Even in those 'memes' you keep browsing through. So, that being said, I have to ask a question:
Why am I still here?
Why am I still here?

Is it bad that my hands are -actually- shaking? XD! /Fail
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.
Not at all! Foyet's been GRIPING at me to play for a while. He's a sick SOB. Apologies to your muse!
[Oh that sick grin just gets even bigger.]
Go on, genius. Right between the eyes, right?
No, I'm loving it! Though, you are making my Reid wibble. XD
You would be sorely mistaken. I'd just be another murder used to pave your way to the needle.
*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.
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.]