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 Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:13 pm
When Kavinsky returned it was with a single bag of ice clenched tightly in one hand and a kitchen towel in the other. His forehead was crinkled from the irritation he wore plainly on his face.
“No.” He barked, low and angry sounding. “Getting any for myself implies I’m staying and I’m not.”
Banks could beat around the bush as much as he liked, but Kavinsky was done wasting any more time. Besides, he had a likely worried best friend to get back to. His cell phone was dead, they’d been in that hell hole for long enough that the battery had died.
Shoulders rolled back and he raised his arms to adjust the beanie that had somehow stayed on his head the entire time. Maybe it was luck or maybe the beanie knew that it needed to stay on his goddamn head. Either way, it looked barely worse for wear even if his jeans did not.
“Need to figure how much work I ******** missed because of this stupid s**t.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:14 pm
“Oh. Right, right.”
If he didn't feel stupid and vulnerable before, he surely did now. Pitiful in nothing but his boxers, bones and muscles throbbed in pain as his crumpled body lay on the bed at a strange angle.
He had other things to do. Of course. Friends to check in on, someone to reassure back at his home. Work, clearly, in need of catching up on.
Both hands moved to tuck themselves in behind his head as he did his best to collect his feelings and shove them down, down, stashed away to hopefully forget about later. They were pesky things, feelings, along with self-pitying thoughts of how there had been no one waiting for him when he'd gotten home.
Not even the damn cat was there to greet him.
A grin was forced onto his face as hazel eyes waited for his ice to be handed over. Feelings were a weakness and weak creatures didn't survive, out in the big bad world. He was a survivor, goddamn it.
“Ah, bet you're behind on bills a bit now too, hm? Unfortunate.”
He let out a long yawn, as if he was considering taking a nap instead of conspiring future plots in his head. Casually, he tossed out, “I have several maintenance needs around the office, if you're willing to offer your services.”
Eyes studied the younger man intently. “I mean, I can call my usual service, but I figured I'd offer my friend first dibs at an opportunity for monetary compensation.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:14 pm
Banks’s lackadaisy attitude about the fact that he had likely missed a week’s worth of work only served to piss him off further. If they’d been downstairs he would have stormed out the front door and slammed it shut behind him. As if were he was standing at the foot of the lawyer’s bed with his hands as fists at his side.
Kavinsky’s jaw ticked with frustration.
“Not everyone has a cushy job they can fall back on. Some of us have to work our a** off to be able to afford to live.” If they’d been on the street, K would have spit at Banks. Instead, he was taking one then two steps backward.
“We’re not friends.” He barked, teeth gritting over each other as he worked his jaw. “If you need work done fine but don’t think that you get any discounts because you’re trying to throw the word ‘friend’ around.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 4:15 pm
Although the sides of his mouth never wavered, there was a crease by his eyes, ever so slightly, that gave away the gut-punch feeling his stomach was experiencing.
“My apologies then, Mister Kavinsky.”
The playful tone took a backseat to his professional approach, Rob offering a shoulder shrug as he added, “I simply figured that we had reached that social status, what with enduring through life-threatening experiences together. Bonding, that sort of silliness.”
Shaking his head, his forced smile grew wider. “And I certainly won't be stiffing you. I would hope that you, of all people, know that I'm a fair businessman.”
Granted, he was also wearing next to nothing and being stared down by an angry Russian, but the lawyer did his best to show that any of it bothered him.
“Well, give me a text when you're ready for work and I'll put you to it, K.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 3:27 pm
He spotted the shift despite it's subtleties. It changed nothing, however, as Kavinsky didn't relax his shoulders nor did he uncurl his fists. He had made his decisions and he was sticking to it.
Pietro Vladimir Ilya Ivan Kavinsky didn't have friends. He had Ellis and himself, it had always been that way and that's how he expected it to stay.
Rocking on his heels, he offered him a sharp nod before shuffling over to the doorway.
"Sure." It was clipped with Kavinsky half turned away, ready to head out. If Banks paid attention, he would have taken note of the uncomfortableness that settled over the teenager.
Right before he descended down the stairs he said, "Stay off your feet." Then, he was gone, the door surprisingly not slamming behind him when he left.
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