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 Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 5:36 pm
Were they supposed to have chairs, in the laundry room? Probably not but somehow, somewhere along the way, Ever had acquired one, and now he sat perched on it as he carefully flipped the sleeves in on a freshly-washed coat to add to the pile. He still looked pale and drawn, battered boots tucked around the legs of his seat, lanky hair tucked up into a battered knit cap and his own coat wrapped around him. Cold, maybe. Just a little. Altogether, he didn't present an appealing picture, right now. And adding to all that a soft, unintelligible, off-key, likely-tone-deaf humming, made it much, much worse.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 5:45 pm
"Ew. Wow. I guess recruiting hunters from hobos off the street needs a lot less paperwork." Kiki scrutinized as she strolled in, giving the man an offended expression. She herself was in bright pink polkadot pyjamas, baggy and warm. Her long hair pulled into an elegant ponytail finished with an impressive pink bow. "Are you're like... folding clothes for a couple of bucks? Cause I must say, I am not interested in your grubby hands touching my delicate delicates." The small terror made her way to one of the machines, a large basket full of clothing and bedding dragging behind her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:48 pm
Ever blinked into a slow sort of focus as Kiki came into the room -- and if usually he would have snapped back at her immediately, something easy and dry, this time it took him a moment to process. Maybe it was the offensive pinkness of her clothing, or her apparent [if inaccurate] youth. "Cash? No. Cigarettes? Maybe." He tipped his head though, assessing. "Assuming you're old enough to get your hands on them..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:58 pm
Kiki rolled her eyes, stuffing her laundry into the machine. "I am just old enough. However, I'd rather not handle something as vile and dirty as a cigarette. Even the box it came in." His apparent habit just added to his hobo theme. All she needed to do was catch him with vodka in a paper bag, and she had herself a whole set. "Whoever thought up inhaling smoke as a pastime was a moron." She kicked the door closed to the washer, poking at the settings until it began a cycle. Concerned for her things while hobos were about, Kiki thought it best to stand guard of her laundry. To be fair, she often felt the need to stand guard anyway. Deus was made up of vagrants and nutbars. She hoisted herself up upon the machine, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. From here, she felt high up enough to lord over the laundry room. "You ought to toss yourself in one of these machines. You look like Hell."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 8:43 am
"...who are you?" It was actually genuinely surprised, his eyebrows raising and her attitude puncturing his general bad mood these days. Something about the way she sat, the imperious tone of her voice, her general disapproval...it was funny enough to brighten him back toward normal. There was a moment, just a breath, before he grinned up at her: a sharp flash of a smile that was gone fast, but at least was his. "My mother?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 10:07 am
"Psshaw!" She scoffed, "Mothering you sounds like a hassle, and I don't play House with hobos." She smirked at her own sass, tossing some hair over her shoulder. "I'm Kiki. I'm from the Life Division." She was off duty, her coat likely in the wash with her other clothes. "Are you from the garbage division?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:40 pm
He quirked a smile and, pointedly, flicked out the tails of his coat -- so she could get a good look at the sprawling tree pattern that covered the back, tucking down into green intermediate trim. "You tell me, I guess. You seem to have all the answers." And then, absently, he set back to work: folding up a stack of white coats that couldn't possibly have been all his. Duty, then, instead of personal.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:23 pm
"Oooooh..." So he was above her in rank. And on duty. What did that change? Nothing, aside from he had to work right now and she didn't hah hah neener neener."Poor muffin has to work. At least it's not bedpan duty, right?" She sounded like she was trying to pretend she cared, but she totally didn't care. Laundry duty was probably one of the nicer ones Life had, despite the questionable stains often found from the infirmary. "Soooooooooooo you're intermediate. Do you have like, different duties than me? More missions? Do any cool science s**t yet?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 7:32 pm
"Just more garbage from the garbage division, you know." But he definitely had an amused edge, now, shooting her a sideways look to see if she'd catch the joke or continue to take things entirely too seriously. Ever couldn't really hold her accountable, though: he knew how he looked. Not an impressive picture at the best of times. "Library duty, when I can." This was more serious. He shook his head. "Anything sitting, at the moment, is my preference."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 5:35 pm
"Well, I guess there could be worse garbage than you." She smiled with her pretend compliment. "Maybe if you dolled yourself up a big you wouldn't get mistaken for Trash so much. Just a thought." Her ears perked upon his choice of duties. "Library duty is a thing? Sounds homely. Do you put your hair in a nanny bun and wear glasses? Gotta fit the role you play."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:49 am
"Hm. You know, I was thinking about cropping down my hair, but you make a good point." He shook out a scarf, head cocked to the side and one ankle hooking around the leg of his chair. It was strange, but her needling had Ever the most upbeat he'd been in weeks. "Maybe I should let it grow out, instead. Do I have to put a pencil in the bun?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 1:30 pm
"Uh, yes, Duh. Pencil in the bun is a must. Though I'd forgo the pencil skirt. It wouldn't suit you. Maybe try a sweater with elbow patches." Kiki smirked, loving every moment she could think of some way to poke holes in her conversation partner. "Oh, and nerdy glasses would be good. Thick rims. You must also perfect the skill of Shushing."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 2:16 pm
"Glasses are already done." He offered it brightly, pausing in his work to lean against the counter and just watch her, instead. His eyes were shaper, now, that hollow distance faded back to his usual directionless amusement. Good-natured and easygoing. "Not with me, but trust me, they're appropriately nerdy. Hm." His eyebrows raised, mock-surprised. "You haven't touched either on how pale I am nor how big my nose is. Want to have at?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 11:24 am
"Hey, you don't get to suggest what I make fun of, Paste Face." Except why not, she totally just did. "The ball is not in your court. It's in mine. My court. The royal court of I Am The Best."
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 6:29 pm
"I won't argue with you." It was easy enough, one shoulder raised in a shrug -- and Ever finally took a break to rest one elbow against the counter and consider Kiki across the laundry room. "But you did miss the nose."
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