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theatrical_museShawn bounced on his heels, the desk rattling slightly as he was leaning against it. Mrs. Mellory watched him expectantly, her polished nails holding on to a handbag smaller than Shawn's wallet. He looked at it in fascination. What was in there? What fit in there?
His eyes traveled upwards until he met her nervous gaze. She was always nervous. There was a reddish mark on her neck where she tended to scratch the skin.
Shawn smiled, she smiled back, averted his eyes. Where the hell was Gus? Shawn had everything planned, the trick dice, the marked straws, the stone-paper-scissors strategy. Gus was supposed to talk to her. And now he wasn't here.
( ... )
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 446
His eyes traveled upwards until he met her nervous gaze. She was always nervous. There was a reddish mark on her neck where she tended to scratch the skin.
Shawn smiled, she smiled back, averted his eyes. Where the hell was Gus? Shawn had everything planned, the trick dice, the marked straws, the stone-paper-scissors strategy. Gus was supposed to talk to her. And now he wasn't here.
( ... )
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 446
