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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 3:27 pm
Hayes made a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a laugh at Izaya's assessment of his interest in relationships. "Heh. I've heard that before." Under very different circumstances, but as a statement it held true. The tech didn't seem to take any offense at it, nor offer any indication of whether he agreed with it or not. He didn't appear to have lost any sleep over it.
The blond shrugged when new options were introduced. "I dunno," he grinned faintly, turning his free hand palm up in a 'you tell me' gesture. "It's your philosophy." He had a slow sip of his drink, expression thoughtful as he listened to the proposed trade - 'free gift,' more like, the sort an advertiser would give so you'd feel obligated to hand over some money in return. And if you didn't, well, that was withholding, wasn't it?
"Hm," he nodded, and swallowed the mouthful of cola. "So you included in that?" People believed all sorts of things - being somehow distinct or separate from the rest of humanity was an old one. "And - I dunno. Like I said - you're thinking about this way more than me. If the right girl comes along and something happens, it happens. If not-" His shrug indicated that in that case, the girl probably wasn't right, so no big deal.
The agent regarded Izaya with a quirked brow and a barely repressed grin. "Seriously, man, why is this so important?" He seemed on the verge of another laugh, but at this point something went Bwoouum! directly into their heads in a rather good (and rather loud) approximation of the Mac startup noise; Hayes rolled his eyes and made an amused sound. A second later, a giggling Jirachi popped into existence just in front of Izaya's face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:38 pm
"Have you?" the grunt laughed. "Well, then, I'd say that speaks for itself. You don't seem to be denying it either. Don't get me wrong; I like that. In my opinion, too many people are so caught up in their emotions these days that they can never really see the big picture. They allow their feelings to cloud their judgment on almost everything. Once they get like that, it's just too easy to play around with that sort, you know? Not fun at all."
"Included...?" Izaya repeated, wondering exactly what Hayes meant. "In my love of humans? Mmm...I suppose so. I am human, after all...mostly, anyway." He shrugged and waved a hand at the agent's returning answer to the question asked of him. "Fair enough. It just amuses me that you're so certain it'll be a girl. Then again, I suppose that's what's natural in terms of biological reproductive instincts," the black-haired informant said, speaking with the casualty of someone discussing the weather. He was quickly boring of the topic as it was.
"Important? I never really said it was. Like I said before, I was just trying to start up a friendly conversa - ?!" Nakura stopped mid-word and flinched as the distinct sound of a Mac computer starting up seemed to go off inside his mind. "Did you...?" At first he thought it might have been a figment of his imagination, seeing as he didn't know too many people who would bring a Mac computer to eat with them in the cafeteria. However, as he noticed Hayes' reaction, he thought it was safe to assume the blonde had heard the same sound and was actually used to it. Izaya's face darkened. He stared incredulously at the giggling legendary that materialized itself before him.
"One of yours?" he asked Hayes blandly, too familiar with the rather obnoxious behavior of Jirachis to be able to maintain his jolly attitude. At least Luciole wasn't here as well. Were all of them like this?
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 1:13 am
Another shrug; Hayes speared a piece of macaroni with his fork, gave it a thoughtful look, then scraped it off the tines and made eye contact with Izaya. The tech's hazel gaze was still friendly, level, and clear of any hidden motive. "Well, I can't tell you what to think, y'know? So there's not much point getting worked up about it." In an indirect way, it might have been agreement - but then again, maybe not.
The response to his question garnered a glimmer of interest. "Mostly," the Rocket repeated, as if prompting more explanation. It was followed by a, "Yeah, well. If it was a guy I'd be pretty surprised." The statement was laced with wry humor, and was the last he made before being interrupted by a Jirachi.
Bwoum! the Pokemon beamed exuberantly at Izaya, throwing its arms in the air. Then it was gone - only to pop back a moment later a few inches above Hayes' head and belly-flop down, sending the Rocket's blond bangs fluttering. Hayes! it exclaimed, and turned its attention to his lunch tray. Jello. There was a notable absence of the named dessert.
Hayes was apparently used to this sort of behavior, because his only response to a psychic legendary landing on his head was to laugh, "Not today," and look back to Izaya as he absently tugged one of the little Pokemon's streamers with a grin, apparently oblivious to the grunt's displeasure. "Yeah, this is Al." Alphard, came the childlike echo.
The Jirachi's mouth shaped into an 'O' of recollection. Hayes! A little white hand waved in front of his glasses and stuck out a stubby finger. One. His trainer brushed some errant bangs from his eyes and glanced at the clock again. "Oh yeah, almost. G'job."
So saying, Hayes pushed back his chair and picked up his tray, preparing to stand. "I'd better get back to work," he explained to Izaya with a shrug and a mildly rueful half-quirk of his mouth. "Nice talking - Izaya, you said?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 4:07 pm
I'm not getting worked up about it, Izaya insisted mentally, though he grit his teeth to keep from speaking it aloud. What was so frustrating about this? Maybe it was that he had found most other Rockets pretty easy to read up until now. Hayes didn't seem to be keeping anything from him intentionally, but the informant felt cheated out of knowledge that could have otherwise been explored. Not only did Hayes claim to not have considered such things about himself, but the man didn't seem interested in wondering about them either.
From what the grunt could gather, the agent wasn't overly-appreciative of life, but he wasn't ungrateful with his situation, either. He merely seemed...content. No goals or dreams, no wishes...but he had to have some, didn't he? All humans did. There had to be some unspoken aspirations Hayes had that drove him to do what he did day after day - even if he wasn't aware of them. No one just went through life with the acceptance of being content and not looking for anything more...did they?
Maybe, as Hayes had said, he was just waiting for things to come to him, rather than actively seeking them out. Wouldn't he get tired of waiting, though? Didn't look like it. The thought that things might never change for him didn't seem to bother him much, either. What a strange fellow. Had he been like this all his life...?
"Yes, mostly. Not completely," the grunt replied, as if that were explanation enough. "Most people are surprised to even fall in love in the first place. You seem remarkably different from most people I've met, though - as though very little would surprise you." He stated all of this in flat tones, expressing his observations with little interest, as if disappointed with what he'd discovered. Though, it may have just been his obvious dislike for the newly appeared pokemon that caused him to sound so dejected all of a sudden.
"..." Izaya watched the star-shaped legendary play around, teleporting from one place to another in the blink of an eye. He closed his eyes, put his digits to his temples, and rubbed them tenderly, groaning as he sensed a headache coming on. He doubted he would ever get used to telepathy, and frankly, he could have done without it. It wasn't as if the pokemon that could speak seemed to have anything very intelligent to say anyway. He didn't know how the agents who owned them could stand it.
As Hayes glanced back over to him, the grunt straightened and forced another smile, removing his hands from his head to rest his chin on one palm. "A pleasure, Al," he said, blinking slowly in irritation as the echo of the telepathic voice corrected them. "Alphard," Izaya restated. Arceus, if he had to spend fifteen more minutes with these sounds booming in his head...
"Ah, yes, of course~!" Grunt Nakura answered smoothly, getting up off his own chair to make room for Hayes to leave. "Pardon me. I didn't see the time. How lucky you are to have such a reliable clock-watcher." Smirking back, the grunt nodded in confirmation. "That's right. Nice talking to you too, agent. I trust we'll meet again sometime in the near future. The tech division holds a certain interest for me, so I go down there from time to time." He held up a hand in farewell. "Until then."
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