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Post by MP on Oct 23, 2018 21:31:30 GMT -6
"Amen," Aaron said, with real feeling. There were only so many times you could watch the same save the world plot before it got old. And it wasn't what paranormal police work and agencies were like, no matter how cool the special effects were.
"Like Copperfield." Aaron stepped aside as he spoke, allowing Simon unspoken right-of-way to the coffee machine. "Great cast, great premise, and the mech design..." His voice warmed with obvious admiration, the first note of personality so far. Just for a moment. But then... "Then they had to do the voice of the universe thing. So hokey."
Aaron decided to stop there, before he launched into a full dissertation. The butchering of Copperfield was still a sore topic.
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Post by beastly on Oct 24, 2018 18:32:58 GMT -6
Simon set his cup down, and put his hands together as if he was praying to all powerful god of action films. Let this movie not strike his childhood. Please, let it be a good film, with good jokes, and tasteful amounts of blood. Amen.
"They were close," He said, shaking his head, mentally paying respect to the fallen film, "So close, man." It was nice to talk to a guy who obviously shared some interest in the important things. Eric was a cool guy. Why hadn't they talked before? Because you're a dweeb, Simon. He shook his head again.
"Well, we oughta see the movie when it comes out! Gotta give it a shot."
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Post by MP on Oct 25, 2018 11:42:00 GMT -6
For a moment, Aaron just looked confused. He’d never been an outgoing person to begin with, and with his closed-off behavior in the recent weeks, most of his immediate coworkers had learned to leave him alone. Next to this, Simon’s straightforward friendliness was almost jarring. The agent hesitated, unsure of himself.
“Sure,” he said, hoping the hitch hadn’t been noticeable. “And there’s still Atlantic Brim if reviews look bad.”
It was nice, he thought with dim surprise. Chatting with a coworker again, like nothing had happened. Aaron hadn’t felt like socializing lately. Maybe he still didn’t - not completely. Not with the ones who tiptoed around the conversation, concerned and prying and uncomfortable. But he felt alright with talking just now, and he thought that was a good first step.
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Post by beastly on Oct 27, 2018 21:53:25 GMT -6
Simon was oblivious to Aaron's internal struggle. He's just a friendly guy, who really should do something other than work, play pokemon, and turn into a wolf once a month. It's good to make new friends.
He grinned at Eric, then gave him a thumbs up. Like a cool man. He could smell the coffee brewing, and played absently with his coffee mug as he spoke. "Yeah, I'm pretty excited for that one too. with all these action films, there's gotta be at least one good one... you got any you're really excited for coming up?"
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Post by MP on Nov 1, 2018 22:01:00 GMT -6
Aaron thought about it. Work had picked up lately - more than his usual workload - and he hadn't been keeping up to date with the latest releases. But Simon had the kind of wholesome attitude that made you want to respond. A genuine curiosity. So Aaron made the effort, dredging his buried interests for an answer he normally wouldn't have admitted.
"Eh, I'm down for anything with action. Mechs, aliens, kaiju..."
The last was spoken in an undertone, as if he hoped it might be overlooked. Aaron had a deep and longstanding appreciation for kaiju, which were as far above the ranks of mundane monsters in his esteem as wolves were above teacup poodles. But aside from this small verbal inclusion, he would never admit it to a coworker.
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Post by beastly on Nov 2, 2018 11:17:53 GMT -6
"Oh, Nice dude." His face brightened.
"I'll keep an ear out then for 'em." The werewolf tapped his phone. He's gonna remember this, Eric.
"I really like the old ones. The really cheesey old ones. I'm talking king kong made of clay, dinosaur puppets built on the budget of a ham sandwich. Alien space ships where you can see the strings..." He realized he was rambling, and cut it off with a shrug. Don't want to be too much of a super nerd. He glanced back at the coffee machine.
"Coffee sure smells nice."
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Post by MP on Nov 2, 2018 21:48:16 GMT -6
"Mm," Aaron said to this subject change. It might have started out as a sound of agreement, but it had a doubtful tone.
Behind the two, the coffee machine had begun to emit a concerning grumble. It bubbled somewhere in its depths, the noise deepening as the seconds went on. Then, as if to spite their hopes, it gave a small defeated puff. The machine produced no coffee. Instead, a puddle of dirty water slowly pooled over the counter. There was a disappointed silence.
"Fuck," Aaron complained under his breath.
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Post by beastly on Nov 8, 2018 15:50:33 GMT -6
Simon's dreams of coffee died right there in front of him. He'd envisioned his delicious, hot, and probably purchased at a good discount coffee soon gracing him with it's awful coffee taste. Now his hopes were no more.
Simon stared at the counter, frowning. Well. Maybe it was time to give up and run to the closest coffee shop. They couldn't just leave a mess, however, and the werewolf moved to turn the machine off, then started to hunt for paper towels.
"Coffee gods ain't with us today."
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Post by MP on Nov 14, 2018 10:52:06 GMT -6
Aaron drew in a deep breath and let it out in a bracing exhale.
“There’s another place we could try,” he admitted. “Down by Civil Services.” An out of the way coffee machine of guaranteed quality. Aaron didn’t go that way when he could help it. He grimaced a little but started walking, checking to see if Simon was coming. This late at night, the need for a coffee fix trumped any social anxiety. Even if he was hoping to get there undetected.
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Post by beastly on Nov 14, 2018 15:42:38 GMT -6
Simon quickly mopped up the coffee mess, nodding.
"There's that one." Simon was familiar with Civil Services. Heck, that's where he worked.
Simon tossed the dirty and soaked towels into a trash bin, and started after Eric.
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Post by Marshmallow on Nov 19, 2018 21:50:07 GMT -6
It was on the fifth consecutive yawn that Nagi firmly decided he was most definitely not cut out for night work. The kirin was dutiful, even tenacious when it came to his work, but sometimes even that wasn't enough. Especially when the quality of his audio logs was sub-optimal, and pushed his shift past dusk to make up the lost time. Having spent the last hour replaying the same awkward mumble, trying and failing to discern what precisely the client was mumbling about, had put him in a haze.
It was time for a break. Late shifts like this called for a pick-me-up.
The soft flutter of wings preceded him down the quiet corridor, soon followed by his footsteps and the quiet rasp of his cane on the tiles. In the year since his transfer he was still familiarizing himself with the building's layout, the veritable maze of hallways and elevators, but he was pretty sure that the closest staff room was this way...
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Post by MP on Nov 20, 2018 18:24:27 GMT -6
Aaron's footsteps faltered imperceptibly as a familiar figure came around the corner. He didn't have anything against the kirin personally, but he wasn't really in the mood to socialize. If he'd been on his own, he might have pretended to be passing by, walking past the break room as if he'd meant to all along. Unfortunately, Simon knew exactly where he was going. So Aaron fixed his eyes firmly ahead and kept to his path, greeting Nagi with a short word. It didn't really matter. As soon he came in range of the aura, his thoughts faded to a more complacent mood. Better than anxiety maybe, but it suddenly made him feel a lot more tired.
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Post by beastly on Nov 21, 2018 16:48:32 GMT -6
Simon followed along with Aaron, hands shoved into his pockets. He blinked a bit at the appearance of Nagi, and the slight change in 'Eric'. It appeared the guy was going to the same place they were. He was aware of Nagi's abilities, but personally, he kind of liked that calming feeling. He could be a little high strung sometimes.
"Hey, fella." Simon greeted the Kirin as he made his way to their destination.
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Post by Marshmallow on Nov 25, 2018 20:05:57 GMT -6
A smile brightened the blind man's face. The flat grunt of the first voice was all too easy to recognize, and the other was one he was sure he had heard at least in passing. Nagi raised a hand in a short wave as their paths converged. "So, there is still life in the office! How's the late shift treating you both?" he chimed pleasantly. He fell in step beside and slightly behind the pair, to keep his cane from tripping anyone up.
"Konbanwa," boomed the deep baritone voice of the jay bird as it flitted past, winging off ahead of all three. Its wingbeats ruffled Aaron's hair as it darted over his head. It vanished through an open door and into the staff room to get a head-start on searching the cabinets and counter tops on his master's behalf.
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Post by MP on Nov 28, 2018 15:10:43 GMT -6
Aaron glanced up at the voice and wind over his head, a sharp, wary reflex before he caught himself. He relaxed his shoulders, speaking as if nothing had happened.
“Alright. You?”
The first to reach the door, he held it fully open for the other two to pass. His eyes were slightly averted after the slip-up, and he was grateful the kirin at least couldn’t see it.
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