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[heroeswork]

[[ An open Billy Collins post! Anything goes! ]]

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[kuttings]

He feels strange, and he can't exactly pinpoint why--maybe the sting of rubbing alcohol on his face as he presses an alcohol swab on his cheek as he looks over at the feds--CIA, he corrects himself--looks onward. He squints.

Is that a Scottish accent? Did they seriously give Kutter the hot foreigner to fuck with him? God, he can feel Eva's laughter from behind him.

"Collins." He takes the hand, wincing, and then glances back. "You saw that whole mess, huh? Cheshire likes to fuck me over, always has, but a few days in the Shaft'll straighten her out. What are you doing here, though?"

Wow, way to sound rude.

"Shouldn't you be investigating better stuff then the PDP?"

...Yup. Still rude.

[heroeswork]

If Billy though the questions were rude, he didn't show it. He just smiled, a warm, charming sort of smile, and gave a small shrug. "We get our hands dirty the same as you lot," he offered.

He reaches to help with tending the wound on the man's cheek, as if that were expected of him. At the same time he gives another, tiny nudge to the man's emotions, the smallest stroke of gratitude. "So she's a regular, is she?" he sounded genuinely interested.