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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:14 pm
Between work, Ever, and gathering research with Harley, Zeke had been kept fairly busy. Cain's somewhat obvious absence in the infirmary had gone relatively unnoticed, at least for a time. When it did manage to catch his attention, the Mist had to wonder if the little Lifer had been sent out on a mission, another base, or was simply doing everything in his power to avoid the taller man. It was the latter thought that was the most amusing. Tonight Zeke was working an overnight shift in the infirmary. Possibly his least favorite shift, given how very much he enjoyed his sleep, but tonight was especially trying, given it was a twelve hour shift. The Mist had stationed himself at one of the nurses stations, feet up on the desk in front of him, and a steaming coffee mug cradled between his hands. There were shadows under his eyes, thanks to his inability to get decent sleep during the day. Ironically, he didn't think he'd have nearly as much trouble passing out come morning, when his shift was over.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:07 pm
Feet dragged heavily down the hall as the lifer approached the nurses station. Cain was steadily moving towards the smell of coffee hoping for a pot. The delicious scent was luring, luring enough that Cain didn't realize who was sitting feet up at the desk until it was to late. The newly blonde trainee blinked greyblue behind yellow frames at Zeke then growled tiredly, "is there pot?" His speech was a little off due to lack of sleep and all the work he had thrown himself into lately. Obviously in a sour mood hands moved to swing a clipboard at the propped feet in a scolding manner. Zeke could try to act like an adult after all and be more respectful. "If your big clown feet set off an alarm on accident I'll stab you." Rounding the desk the search for a coffee pot began.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:11 am
Cain's arrival on the scene brought a certain promise of things, and the Mist couldn't quite help the slow, lazy smirk that slid along his lips as the smaller man approached and smacked at his feet with a clipboard. Obligingly he let his boots drop to the floor, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "They weren't anywhere near a keyboard, so which alarm are you thinking I'd set off?" Brows arched, the smile grew. "Or maybe you just like beating on me." He remembered the press of fingers into his burned skin. Not responding to it hadn't meant it hadn't hurt. "There's no coffee maker in here. If you want a mug you're going to have to go down to the break room." Which wasn't on this floor. He offered his own mug to Cain, a pseudo peace offering.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:56 am
"The jackass alarm." He replied without missing a beat, this game wasn't new to him. There were plenty of guys like Zeke back home, though not exactly like Zeke. At least with the Mist he didn't actually want to hurt him physically like the assholes that had him suspended several times over. A tanned hand moved to push a box from the way on the desktop, looking for something he knew wasn't there after just a few glances. "...Yes. You caught me, it gets me off to bring you pain." The words were delivered with a straight face that quickly went to annoyed as Zeke only confirmed his suspicions about the coffee. The break room. Well s**t. Cain glanced to the stairs and sighed heavily in frustration. He felt like pulling his hair out and crawling under the desk to hide and sleep. Bagged eyes settled on the offered coffee cup looking over the rim into the swirl of dark liquid gold. He needed it. Even at the risk of indirectly kissing this baboon. Greedy hands moved out and snatched the cup, pulling it to softly cracking lips for a gentle blow then sip. Glancing away from Zeke a faint dust of red tinted cheeks and he murmured in annoyance for even having to say it, "thanks... idiot."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:17 am
Zeke merely smiled in response to that. He rather doubted Cain had any such kink, but the mist himself certainly did. It's what made Ever the ideal companion. He watched as the smaller man debated between trekking all the way to the break room for a mug of his own, and simply taking the one that was currently being offered to him, and that lazy smile only grew wider. After a moment Cain took the mug, and Zeke let his hand fall, folding it with the other over his stomach, pale eyes catching that wash of darker color across tanned cheeks before turning down the desk in front of him. "It looks like we've got a quiet night in front of us. There isn't anyone in the ICU that'll need much attention, and the rest of the beds are fairly empty." With a hum he reached over to grab a clipboard with a list of patient names and where they were located in the infirmary. It was considerably shorter than it usually was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 11:37 am
Instead of focusing on Zeke Cain focused on the coffee, continuing to sip at it as he half listened to the other. A shift and he moved slightly behind Zeke to peer over shoulder at the clipboard. It had been quiet most of the night he had already been on shift. A strange thing considering how normally busy this place was, or maybe it had only seemed busy given Cain rarely got the overnights? That was likely it.... then again it was hard not to be suspicious in this place. "Good..." A soft sleepy hum sounded from the blonde before Cain moved to perch on a clean end of the desk. Sitting and rubbing the heel of hand against a closed left eye after a push up of glasses. Cain needed sleep though regrettably Zeke didn't owe him any favors so asking if the Mist would keep watch while he took an empty bed was out. Glasses lowered again and a frustrated sigh was drown in the coffee before he spoke again, "this coffee taste like s**t, you have terrible taste. Do you not believe in sugar old man?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:33 pm
Pale eyes lifted from the chart to the other man rubbing at his eyes, and he noted, perhaps belatedly, the glasses and the color behind them. Purple, the last time he'd seen them, so he was guessing colored contacts. The blue suited him better, stood out a little more strongly against the tan and the pale hair. His gaze flicked up at the criticism, brows arched, and with a lazy smile he went to reach for the mug as if he meant to take it away from the smaller man. "If you don't like it you can always head down to get your own."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 1:22 pm
When the hand reached out a sort of growl escaped the smaller man and he turned on the desk away from Zeke, back to him now, and took a long taunting sip. Pretending not to have noticed the reach or words. "Don't you have something better to do than look like a poster child for lazy *****? " Grinning around the rim the younger man admired his own sass and took another drink. Leaning forward he peered down the hall to look for any lights that might have popped on. Nothing. It was like everyone in the ICU had fallen asleep, only the soft sounds of machines in the air and well the breathing of the moron behind him. Speaking of, Cain asked even though he wasn't really concerned, "..hows Ever?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 2:31 pm
Ezekiel smirked, tossing the clipboard back on the table before leaning back in his chair again. "You're legal," he mused, lacing his fingers at the back of his head, and propping his feet back up on the desk next to Cain's hip. Close enough that he could tap him in the hip with the toe of his boot. Which he did, a couple of times, before the question stopped him, made his brows slid upward in obvious curiosity. "What, haven't you heard?" He licked his lips, smirking. "We got hitched." There was a long pause in which Zeke allowed that comment to sink in. An easy, s**t-eater grin on his face as he watched Cain's reaction to it. Then, casually, he dropped his feet again, leaning forward and rolling his chair around so he could face the smaller man. A hand on the desk to either side of Cain's knees. "Just kidding."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 3:03 pm
Ezekiel's words came and he groaned amused, "if ever there was a time I wished I wasn't," he might have smiled just a little. While Zeke was frustrating and strange he was anything but boring. Some parts of the man also reminded Cain of Dakota, the likes of which he still missed. Short legs swung a bit as he sat on the desk, glancing towards the newly fallen clipboard before looking down into the slowly emptying coffee cup. The hip bump was ignored for the most part, just because it didn't really bother him. His sister use to do little annoying things like that. When the movement stopped Cain glanced back then deadpanned. Eyes going slightly wide at the word hitched. No way. No way in hell, ew, why? Zeke wheeled around and had him somewhat trapped with arms, a slight uncomfortable shift. After a moment he finally spoke, "was he sober and conscious?" A smirk spread as he peered down to the man adding to the joke after Zeke admitted it was one.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 3:24 pm
Broad shoulders rolled in a small, lazy shrug as his lips twitched. "Naw, we were hammered. Took leave to Vegas." Well, if they were going to carry on a bit, might as well have a little fun with it. "The Elvis impersonators down there are something to see." His attention dipped, dropping from Cain's face and down to where his hands rested. Slowly, he shifted them, turning them inwards just lightly, and lifted his thumbs to run them along the outside of either thigh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 4:01 pm
He wondered if the part about Vegas was at least true, there had been a time when the two hadn't accidentally ran into him. A soft, unbelievably unforced, chuckle sounded at the bit about impersonators. Grinning a little wider around the rim of the coffee cup he asked, "and you weren't mistaken for one?" Shame. "You seem to be something like a hound dog.. after all.." Cain couldn't help himself and disguised the honest attempt at a joke with a larger gulp of coffee. Thumbs found the outside of thighs bringing with them an uncomfortable crawl of skin under jean. What was it with this man, did he never learn to keep his hands to himself? Bad parenting. A roll of eyes and Cain glared over the rim of the cup at Zeke, "it's normal denim I assure you." The words were firm and unamused, an attempt to get the man to stop touching.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 4:21 pm
He scoffed. "I don't look enough like The King. Wrong hair color, not enough lip curl." The grin only grew. He didn't bother denying the hound dog part, as if it wasn't true. As if the man considered a healthy sexual appetite something to be ashamed of. "Is it? Looked softer than that." Cain could scowl at him all he wanted, but Zeke knew at least part of it was an act. No matter how much someone pushed, you didn't crawl up on top of them and make out with them for half an hour if you weren't at least a little interested. Besides, pushing the smaller man's buttons was the only source of real entertainment Zeke had at the moment, and what a great source it was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 5:22 pm
"I thought it was all about attitude with those people?" Cain lifted a brow and watched the grin grow cautiously. When Zeke continued to press he gave the other a blank look. After a moment he finally spoke, "perhaps you need your eyes checked, old age plays tricks on senses you know." A snort and tanned hands moved, one going down to capture one of Zeke's hands as the other lifted to tip the coffee cup up then over, right above the mans head. Sadly it was empty but Cain wanted that reaction of the other not knowing. "...Damn. Looks like you won't get a bath today.." The smaller man smirked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 6:05 pm
"Are you saying I have an attitude?" Like it wasn't true. Zeke was fully aware of his personality quirks, and didn't seem the least bit apologetic for them. It was a lack of empathy, at the very least. Brows twitched as Cain grabbed one of his hands, watched as the coffee mug lifted to hover over his head, then locked green eyes on the other man as it started to tip, a challenge. A single cold drip hit the top of his head, and before the smaller man had time to finish his taunt Zeke was pulling his hand free, and Cain was being yanked off the desk and onto Zeke's lap. "You're not as smart as you think you are," he intoned, voice dangerously mild. "Or as clever." Hands on his hips kept him from going anywhere.
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