Greetings to all, folks. I'm not a native speaker, so any mistakes that are in here are only mine. Please, don't forget to notify me if you see any. Moreover, this little fic isn't mine, I only translate.
Disclaimer: Criminal minds belongs exclusively to CBS. I only translate and playing around with the characters (?
Plushie.
—Don't you like?
—No, is ...— he turns it before his eyes, squeezes the abdomen with his thumbs and feels the plastic underneath, and the surface of plush—. How old do you think that I have exactly?
Morgan laughs and stirs his hair with one hand. "Twelve. Thirteen at the most. you're a very tall preteen."
Reid roll his eyes, and carefully inspects the plushie in his hands.—Is a kind of frog. is green, at least he is certain of it—, with huge headphones and a head three times larger than the rest of the body. Reid puts it face down, for no particular reason.
—Then the half of the things we do are illegal in at least forty-eight states— he rotates the plushie back, and the headphones takes off from the head—. They break.
—No, they aren't— Morgan says—. They are sewn.
He takes it out of Reid's hands and sinks into the couch, trying putting them on again. Reid just look carefully for a few seconds. His concentrated expression and frowning. Is almost comical. When Morgan lifts the face, Reid bites his lip and looks away. "What?" is almost a growl, and Reid leans back in the other corner, and puts his feet on the couch.
—Nothing.
—They aren't break, kid—he repeats —. The headphones move.
—Sure.
He leaves the plushie on the surface of the table and leans back with a resigned sigh. Reid waits a few seconds before Morgan snorts again, and continue watching the plushie with incendiary intensity. "I haven't bought you anything," and then stop, "Should've bought something?"
Morgan rolls his eyes and tilts his head to look at him.
—I saw it at a gas station and I thought of you, it's no a big deal.
—Oh.
Reid bites his inside cheek, and looks down while Morgan rummages through the couch cushions to find the remote. He does that, that kind of triumphant grunt when he finds it and pulls it out from under the armrest.
—You think that I look like a frog?
—What?
Morgan raise his eyebrows.
"Nothing," Reid murmurs. Shakes his head. "Is...," has several adjectives, opts for the less dangerous, "curious."
Morgan presses his lips and smile for a moment, before turning on the TV and pass one arm behind his back. Reid clicks his tongue. He settles next, a little closer, and tries to put the frog's headphones.
And that's it. Please, tell me what you think, I know that I'm a hopeless case by translating things (?