The ‘yes or no’ game.

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

(Source: obey-my-bad-ass-swag)

Me rping

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“… Agent Barton? What brings you by the Tower?”

“Was just walkin’ past and thought I’d see if the head honcho was in.”

“Well, he’s in, but he’s in one of those ‘come near me and I will blast you’ moods. Approach at your own risk.”

“Yeah, I’m not really blast prof. Think I’ll just try him when he’s in a better mood.”

“Might be a while tho’. Knowin’ him.”

“Yeah, could be a few… days before he surfaces. That reminds me I should probably have JARVIS let me know if he goes more than eight hours without eating.”

“Did you need him for something though? Maybe I can help you out?”

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[text] ‘Bloody’? [text] Since when are you British? [text] So when do I get the new toy? [text] I’m ready and waiting in my office, tea at hand. [text] Come forth.

<text> Since ever, I’m only American cuz I was born here. <text> I make tea to good to be a full blown American. <text> I just thought up the new toy like a second ago, you gotta at least give me a few weeks, sheesh. <text> I am approaching your door. <text> I see you removed the note I left there last time.

[text] ‘Cause that makes sense. [text] I will be waiting. [text] Yes, I did. [text] Lovely note, by the way.

<text> God Save the Queen! <text> Yes, my empty threat note about your spy glasses. <text> I’m about to knock on your door with my foot.

He opened the door right as her foot swung out to connect with it. “You were saying?” he smirked.

“And really. Stop it with the British thing. It’s freaking me out.” He shook his head, smiling lightly, as he turned back to his desk.

“What, you’ve never heard me imitate my aunt?” she asked, accent a perfect copy of her late aunt’s London accent. “I lived in London for eight months, I had to blend in after a while, you know.”

She grinned at Coulson’s expression and placed the box on one of the chairs in front of his desk before sitting down. “Why would the British thing freak you out though? You know my entire family is from England.”

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“… Agent Barton? What brings you by the Tower?”

“Was just walkin’ past and thought I’d see if the head honcho was in.”

“Well, he’s in, but he’s in one of those ‘come near me and I will blast you’ moods. Approach at your own risk.”

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“… Agent Barton? What brings you by the Tower?”

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“Oh yeah, the ghost busters, I’m so scared,” Eira replied with a roll of her eyes. “Actually, I am planning a vacation for later in the summer. I just can’t go right now, too much stuff to do.”

“You should be I mean that movie had awesome effects.” She said sarcastically with a blunt laugh. “Where are you going? Santa Manico? Las Vegas? Texas? All of the above?”

“Honestly, I don’t know yet. I’m probably gonna go with a few of my friends, and we haven’t even decided where we are going. I just know I’m at that point where I need to get out Manhattan for a while.”

“Go somewhere warm! Like this place is fucking roasting in October anyways but go to like an island. Like with beaches and free drinks. Mexico! Tacos and burritos and nachos and all that good stuff lives there!”

“I think we intend to go somewhere with sharks. Or at least… I intend to. Find if the rest of them don’t go into the water, but I wanna go shark diving.”

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[text] ‘Bloody’? [text] Since when are you British? [text] So when do I get the new toy? [text] I’m ready and waiting in my office, tea at hand. [text] Come forth.

<text> Since ever, I’m only American cuz I was born here. <text> I make tea to good to be a full blown American. <text> I just thought up the new toy like a second ago, you gotta at least give me a few weeks, sheesh. <text> I am approaching your door. <text> I see you removed the note I left there last time.

[text] ‘Cause that makes sense. [text] I will be waiting. [text] Yes, I did. [text] Lovely note, by the way.

<text> God Save the Queen! <text> Yes, my empty threat note about your spy glasses. <text> I’m about to knock on your door with my foot.

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“…I’m insulted.”

“Ah, but I do have an affinity for tasers. I didn’t get that from Pops…. And waaaaait a minute, you’re not even rolling your eyes at this… There something you need to tell me, Coulson?”

“…You’re right, I should be worried about myself if I’m not even putting up a fight against this any more. God.” He rubbed at his eyes.

“Pops will be so happy you’ve finally accepted the truth,” Eira laughed.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “‘Pops’ isn’t going to hear anything about any of this.” He gave her a pointed look.

She made a mock expression of fear. “What you gonna do to stop me, huh Mom?”

“Offer you free donuts and bribe you with a tea supply.”

“Tea supply not needed, I always have tea. And donut…. eh, not the way to go.”