"Here comes Susie Snowflake, look at her tumblin' down..."
Who: Spencer Reid, Dr. Horrible, and Loki
Where Out in the snow
When: Sometime during the flood, but after Elle's left with Hammer, I'd assume
Reid sucked in a breath and sauntered outside, trying his best to walk upright like he normally would. Though his bruises had healed to the point it didn't kill him to walk around, they still were a massive black and blue reminder of what came from trying to be cordial. Oh well, so long as Billy didn't realize the extent, Reid figured he could keep his inmate from going off the deep end and trying to kill his arch-nemesis. At least Hammer had been nice enough to give him injuries that were easily hidden.
Billy had beat him to the snow, but Reid wasn't surprised. He hadn't really tried to run where he surmised his inmate had. This was meant to be something fun to do and it looked as though Billy was already enjoying himself. Reid smirked and joined him, scooping up a handful of snow as he walked over.
"Looks like you win the race," He began, compacting the snow into a ball. "But how good is your aim?"
Where Out in the snow
When: Sometime during the flood, but after Elle's left with Hammer, I'd assume
Reid sucked in a breath and sauntered outside, trying his best to walk upright like he normally would. Though his bruises had healed to the point it didn't kill him to walk around, they still were a massive black and blue reminder of what came from trying to be cordial. Oh well, so long as Billy didn't realize the extent, Reid figured he could keep his inmate from going off the deep end and trying to kill his arch-nemesis. At least Hammer had been nice enough to give him injuries that were easily hidden.
Billy had beat him to the snow, but Reid wasn't surprised. He hadn't really tried to run where he surmised his inmate had. This was meant to be something fun to do and it looked as though Billy was already enjoying himself. Reid smirked and joined him, scooping up a handful of snow as he walked over.
"Looks like you win the race," He began, compacting the snow into a ball. "But how good is your aim?"