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| Subject: Xenomorph Sporking: "(Heavy Rain).:Anything Goes:.(Norman Jayden)" Sun Aug 26, 2012 12:21 pm | |
| Same bug-- I mean Xenomorph, same job. I'm cutting the power on this job...~A forensic psychologist. The local cops had called you the 'Psych Doc'. If it was meant to be a warm nickname, or one of mocking, you didn't really know. Nor did you care.You were here to get the job done, not to make friends at this particular precinct. You wish you would have known that upon coming across this FBI profiler. He was taller than you, about six inches in fact, with tousled brown hair and alluring green eyes that threatened to pull you into their depths.Your hands became clammy, for some inexplicable reason, as he offered his hand to you. I just don't know anymore... "Norman Jayden, FBI." He had introduced himself to you.
You barely grasped his hand, and soon enough, had found yourself having to place your other hand on top of his.
"______ ________," you begin with a smile, "I'm a forensic psychologist."
He was just as shy in nature as you it seemed. His fingers cupped around your hand with ease, yet you could feel his fingertips lightly grazing your palm. "Nice to meet you."
Hicks, please. Come here:
You released his hand just as Blake had rudely intercepted between the two of you. "Let's get this over with. We don't have all day for you two to stand here playing stupid with each other."
Your [e/c] eyes divert to the Lieutenant in one rapid movement. Annoyance seeping into that glare alone as your mind fathoms different scenarios playing out involving Blake and a hot cup of coffee. Norman takes a step forward, but he's quick to give you a small smile before turning his attention towards him.
Maybe, just maybe, your time here wouldn't be as bad as you had initially thought.
I'm not even gonna Spork the footnotes at the end.
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So this entire Spork was in gifs/pics because of how many fucks I gave about this fic... NONE. This fic is horrid, enough said..
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