spam for Costigan

[fortytwoseconds]

[Parker is, once again, doing her laundry very early in the morning in the hope of avoiding everyone. To pass the time, she's sitting cross-legged on a counter fiddling with a boxful of locks.]

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Thanks, lovely. <3

[lost_undercover]

[Costigan enters with a duffel bag of some clothes, coming straight from his morning run and a fresh shower. He's only in slightly large jeans and a white t-shirt, not having expected anyone else to be here at this time of the morning. He offers Parker a small smile of acknowledgment and then moves past her to begin to load one of the washers with his things, dropping the duffel on top of the other washer between them.]

np <3

[fortytwoseconds]

[Parker glances up at Costigan, determines that he isn't any particular threat, and goes back to her locks. Oh right, people are supposed to acknowledge each other's presences. She gives him a curt nod before returning to her if-I-ignore-him-he'll-go-away strategy.]

[lost_undercover]

[The former Statie continues with his laundry until it's all loaded, then grabs the detergent. In trying to pour a modest and entirely unmeasured amount of wet liquid into the washer, he catches the edge and spills half of the cup on himself and half into the washer as planned. In response, he mutters a simple:] Shit

[fortytwoseconds]

[Quick changes in close proximity with guys is nothing unusual for Parker, so the shirtlessness isn't a problem, but the fact that coming onto her even crossed his mind is a little off-putting. Well, at least he says he isn't.]

"It's fine," [she says, pressing her lips together into a thin line as she absently gives her pick a particularly hard wrench and the lock she's working on snaps open. She... might have just broken the locking mechanism. Oops.] "I don't care."