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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 12:06 pm
Since Luca had gotten the job at .Net he had avidly tried to live up to the standards he believed Fiach had set. The young man made sure he was always showered and that his clothes were always washed, among other things. He had even scraped up some money and bought some new shoes with much better tread and that didn't leave black marks on linoleum. He had made that completely sure by sliding on the floor in his small apartment kitchen.
But now he was far from his kitchen and in the lobby of .Net, trying hard to noiselessly move a door from one end of the lobby to the other. The door came from a closet on the left side of the room and despite not being that wide or tall, it was heavy. Silently he wondered if there was a sheet of metal hidden beneath the oak surface for some outrageous reason. Puffing, he laid the door against the wall and pulled a handkerchief from his pants pocket before wiping his brow. Now that the door was off his job would be so much easier.
He recalled being told to set up his own little shop for those who owned Hackers. He would be in charge of handing out tasks for those owners and Hackers to do. Most would be simple things, though once in a while something big might come along. Luca didn't want to be right in the way with his shop and he had spent two days figuring out where he could place himself. After spilling his juice on one of the lobby desks he had gone to the closet for a rag and realized it was small enough and far enough out of the way to be a perfect office. So here he was now, removing doors and moving lobby furniture to bring his office into fruition. And he seriously hoped Fiach couldn't hear him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 5:29 pm
From within the room where Fiach happened to stay at the office when he didn't feel like heading home (which was, really, more often than not), he thought he heard noises that didn't belong in his place of work. At first, he simply ignored them, preferring instead to remain sleeping - but as the grating against the floor grew more continuous, Fiach couldn't help but get up out of bed, in naught but his shorts, and stalk out of his room. Whoever was moving things, he concluded, had better not be destroying the flooring - he worked hard to ensure it kept up its high level of shine!
Grumbling softly to himself, he huffed out of his room and headed towards the noise, following it through their main lobby and discovering someone moving things around. Mildly agitated, Fiach approached the culprit, stopping just behind the working man he crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat.
"Might I ask what you're doing, there?"
It wasn't that he minded if people rearranged things - it just bothered him if they messed up his orderly way of keeping the store. And he greatly preferred to be asked before things were changed about. Since it was his store, anyway...
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 5:41 pm
Luca jumped at the voice that had addressed him. Slowly he turned around, all the while thinking 'busted'. He knew Fiach's voice, and Fiach's voice did not sound pleased to him.
"Hello Fiach." Was all the young man could manage as he fully swung around and stood in front of his employer. He struggled to explain exactly what he was doing, the words seemed to escape him at just the most inopportune moments. "I...Well..." He shut his mouth and thought it over.
"It's a bit of a long story, but to get to the point of it I am moving things from that closet." He pointed to the now door-less space. "To another closet in attempts to make an office." He flashed the man a smile, hoping the large man would not be harsh on him, and worrying about what punishment will be doled out on him if Fiach was.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:09 pm
Seeing the man before him jump as if he were afraid made most of Fiach's annoyance melt away, only to be replaced by mild confusion at just what this Luca was doing. As the new employee stuttered over what he was trying to say, the taller man moved from his pose of arms crossed, to one hand scratching the back of his head. Resisting the urge to yawn after only just recently getting up, he came to the realization that it probably didn't help Luca explain what he was doing with him in just his shorts. Now feeling awkward himself, the rest of his annoyance melted away to be replaced by embarrassment for his appearance.
Thankful when Luca made no mention of the fact he was just in his night clothes, and minimal clothing at that, he raised an eyebrow at the fact Luca was making an office in a closet. A closet! Was Fiach really that scary that the newest addition to his staff would like to hide off in a closet rather than taking a desk in the center area? Now even more confused, Fiach's mouth opened and closed once or twice before he finally managed an answer, "Why...are you putting an office in a closet?" Again, his eyebrow rose out of confusion. He really wasn't used to people doing bizarre things like this. Well, except for his sister...
Glancing around at the large lobby area, Fiach gestured towards the vastly open space, "We could have moved a desk for you if you'd wanted to have a little more...room..." He really wasn't so terrible an employer he'd make someone work in a closet if they didn't want to. Or, he hoped he wasn't.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 3:35 pm
Luca saw the movement of Fiach's hand to the back of his head and he realized he must have confused the man. Whoops. Though of course, it would seem odd to any person he was talking to he guessed. Also upon Fiach's movements, Luca noticed his employer wasn't...Dressed his best. The man kept his eyes on Fiach's face to try to appear that he did not notice. How...Awkward.
As Fiach seemed to struggle to find words to continue, Luca's smile melted into one of nervousness. Fiach thought him insane, that was it. And he was at a loss for words. Never good signs for Luca. When the tall man finally got words out, Luca had to answer.
"Well...Because it'll be out of the way and I'm pretty much used to a three walled area. Plus I don't need too much room, I'm better in a smaller area, I can do more within a smaller, more controlled area." He paused, listening to Fiach. "Like I said, no need for too much room. And I didn't want to be a bother to you or anyone."
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 5:03 pm
Was it his imagination, or had Luca's eyes flicked over his lack of proper dress? Not entirely sure, and more than a little embarrassed over the entire matter, a slight hint of a blush appeared on his tan cheeks. Must he always embarrass himself so heavily in front of newcomers? Then again...he did have the tendency of embarrassing himself regardless of who he spoke to... The nervous smile on the other man's face certainly didn't help things and only made Fiach want to fidget. A lot.
As he tried desperately to not appear as if he were desperately awkward and wanting to go run back to his room, throw on some proper clothes, order the man the appropriate office supplies, and get an office set up somewhere other than his cleaning closet...Fiach listened carefully to Luca. He was, after all, a new employee and so deserved the respect of Fiach at least appearing to listen to him. For a little while. Until Adalia got a hold of him - then he'd be absolved of any responsibility.
With a small sigh, Fiach shrugged, was there really any way he could change the man's mind? "We can go over the catalog tomorrow and see if there's any furniture you might like - would that work?" He really felt horrible that Luca felt the need to hide in the closet and Fiach was trying hard to find a better solution. "I mean...if you need a smaller area than this large one, we can always put up...a cubicle...or something...."
That sounded better in my head...what a fool I am...!
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