agent_fitz (agent_fitz) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-10-29 00:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | agent fitz, agent simmons |
Who: FitzSimmons
Where: SHIELD labs
When: Wednesday, October 29, 2014
What: FitzSimmons chatter while eating a quick lunch in the lab. What? It's not like they were social. Much... Well, they're still learning.
Rating: PG
Working in the lab meant that sometimes the two didn't leave projects, letting their stomachs become ignored until food was an insistence due to fairly ill physical affects that were far less kind than the playful growling and little nag of their digestive systems.
"It was fairly awkward," Fitz continued with his story about the poker night, even as he put the sandwich together and handed her the butterknife when he was done. "They were all quick to tell me I can't pull off a poker face at all, but yes, I was somehow keeping in the game by simply counting cards and calculatin' probabilities. It helped that Coulson would rarely look away from the Cap'tin too." He took a bite, brow pinching, then swallowed hastily. "You're sure the meat couldn't get contaminated?"