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AlwaysSnapesGirl 
Ah, unpacking. That was never fun. "I suppose I could understand that," Atticus said. "Unpacking isn't particularly enjoyable." So he couldn't blame her for putting that off. He hadn't moved in a few years, fortunately, but he did remember how unpleasant unpacking everything was. "What is your job?"
He returned her smile with another of his own. "You're welcome, Ms. Whitworth," he replied. Oh? Atticus was familiar?
...Ah.
"That's my mother's favorite book," he said. So of course she'd named him after her favorite character in her favorite book. He chuckled as Kensi went on. "I would like to be," he answered, "but I suppose I don't really know if I am." How would one know if he or she was wise or not anyway?
"Yeah..truly the most terrible torture ever invented..." though it
was necessary....but that didn't make it any less terrible. "
Oh..." she looked down at her MLE badge...though it denoted which department she was in, it didn't say what exactly she was. "
Patrol Officer...for the MLE'ers..." she shrugged.
"Not exactly sure what we do yet...but we do...important things..." she smiled off-handedly. Was it weird the patrol officers hadn't really been up to anything lately? Was the world supposed to be this QUIET?!
"Oh, please, call me Kensi..." she blushed at being addressed so...formally. Ms. Whitworth. It sounded nice and all...but Kensi was just fine with her.
"
What is your job, then?" she asked politely, curious as to what this charming guy did at the ministry.
Oh...made sense, then.
"it is a very profound book..." Nod. Yes. It would. Kensi ADORED it. "
Hmm...I picture wise men as old...but I guess young people could wise as well..." it was a bit age-ist, to think that only old people could be wise. Kensi certainly wasn't wise...nope.