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 Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:26 pm
"Na na na na... Na na na na.. Heeeeeey, goodbye.." Patrick sang a bit more off-key then usual, due to the little ear-buds nestled against the various piercings. He was better when he could hear himself but, alas, it was not to be today. Today was a date day and that meant he had to listen to some good music before he imploded.
The last time the stupid agency had set him up had kicked such major a** it was scary. Vic was awesome and fantastic and uber and all but after the first few dates it had come out to Patrick being more active then Vic and he wanted something a bit different in a partner.
He made a mental note to call Vic. They had to hang out sometime soon.
Today was a dressy day. Leather, this time. Fitted leather pants, large, clompy leather boots with too many straps, and a bright yellow, offensive t-shirt. Of course, the piercings were all in place and he was walking with a bit of a bounce to his step.
Right.
On.
Time.
God, he rocked.
Now was that awkward time where he stood in the doorway, earbuds still there, still humming under his breath, and looked around the cafe. He knew he had a picture in his profile - this dude didn't. So, damnit. Where was he?
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:46 pm
Despite every intention of being late (or, more ideally, not going at all) Morian found himself, of all things, early. He could've sworn he'd left ten minutes to when he was supposed to be at the cafe- and he'd had to come from the other end of Aekea.
And he'd walked.
And taken his bloody time about it, too.
In doing so he'd hoped that his 'date' would get sick of waiting and just leave- but no such luck.
How in the world had he managed to be early? Morian really just didn't understand it.
Unlike Patrick's choice to make the day a dressy day, Morian was rather plain- as usual. Well, perhaps a little dressier than usual, since usually he didn't wear button up shirts, and for once his blue jeans were clean. Well- passably clean. There was a bit of a smudge of what Morian assumed was grease near his knee- but other than that; clean!
His hands were a little dirty- not as dirty as usual, but the orange scrub could only get so much grease and dirt and grime off.
He pushed his glasses higher up his nose, his knee bouncing and his hands in his lap as he waited with a frown. What the hell was he getting himself into?
Every once in awhile, the door would open, and Morian would glance up, his eyes narrowed. Twice the door had opened, just someone who'd popped in and out for a coffee; too white to be his date.
Morian hadn't even bothered to open the letter sent to him with his potential matches- at least not until the phone call to organize the meeting. And quite honestly Morian wasn't sure how he felt about being paired up with a man- but then again, he'd never had much luck with women, either. He'd made a couple of women who had approached him over time walk away with tears in their eyes; nothing personal, he just hadn't been interested,and he'd wanted them to leave him the hell alone.
"What the hell am I doing here," he mumbled, closing his eyes and grimacing a little.
The door's little bell jingled again, and Morian turned his head towards it, an eyebrow raised.
Oh, yeah, that was him.
He wondered if Patrick had received a picture, too. Maybe Morian could pretend that he wasn't waiting for the other- say he was mistaken. But, no, there was no one else there, and, the fact that Morian hadn't ordered anything to drink made it seem like he'd been waiting for someone.
....Damn.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 9:33 pm
If there was one thing Patrick wasn't, it was pale. White, yes. His mother was quite pale, with curly, curly blond hair and wide blue eyes. His dad, on the other hand, was short, stocky, and dark.
Short, dark, thin, and almost pretty, he was a pretty good mix between the two.
But, yes.
His eyes continued to troll over the cafe and its inhabitants - all three of them. Two were sipping at coffee, with one of them on a rather nifty looking computer - home built if Patrick knew his computers (he did) - and the other reading a textbook. Or porn book, it was hard to tell.
The third looked like he wanted to kill something.
Yup. Definately this 'Morian' dude.
Patrick just let himself grin, a wide thing accented by the shining piercings, and sauntered over to that table. It was half empty being a two-seater and he happily flopped into the second seat, with little grace. The two thick boots crossed with one another as he crossed his arms over his chest, as well.
Half-sprawled on the chair, Patrick gave his date a quick look over and offered out one hand. Cheap plastic bracelets jingled against the more expensive metal and, again, he smiled.
"Hey there. I'm Patrick."
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:01 pm
Morian tried not to watch the other walk over- if only because it would draw even more attention to him than he already had- but alas, Patrick sat down.
No backing out now it seemed.
Morian rose an eyebrow at the other, but didn't smile. Just looked; maybe taking the other's overall look in. Getting used to it, or something.
Finally his own hand extended to take the other's, his grip firm on the other's. It seemed almost as though he was trying to stare the other down now- maybe even scare him off; his blue eyes were focused on the other's red, his glasses slid slightly down his nose so he could see over them.
"Morian," he greeted, as friendly as he could manage. He gave the other's hand a brisk shake, and then leaned back in his chair, his hands dropping back to rest underneath the table, and on his knees.
He was silent for a couple of moments, and then finally spoke.
"So what the hell are we supposed to do?" he asked the other, frowning a little.
Morian wasn't exactly what one called out-going, and therefore this whole dating process went a little beyond him. Yes, once again, he was reminding himself what a bad idea it had been to fill out that letter. This whole situation was making him feel kind of uncomfortable- despite his very best effort to relax. It wasn't easy for someone who could be slightly agoraphobic...
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:30 pm
"Personally?" He queried once their hands fell. His nails were rap-tap-tapping at the table at a rather irritating pace. "I want to get the flying ******** out of this shithole. This cafe idea is a bit of a crock and it's irritating as all hell.
"Besides, the barista's kind of a b***h. Homophobe too, I think. So."
He shrugged, a sharp lanky thing, and jerked one pretty thumb to the door way. Without waiting for an answer, the boots abruptly uncrossed and fell flat with a slight thud. His palm landed on the table as Patrick pushed himself up, another crooked grin aimed at the light haired man.
"And from there we can decide if we want to brain each other or actually give this stupid thing a chance by not running in opposite directions with murder on our mind." The scientest shrugged and shoved himself away from the table. He tucked them into the tight little pockets of his leather pants.
"What do you say, Mr. Personality?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:31 pm
"Damn, I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't mind getting the ******** out of here," Morian replied, already starting to stand.
Okay, so this guy seemed as though he could handle some snark. This was a good sign. Even if he tried Morian probably couldn't keep cynical, sometimes cruel comments from passing his lips.
"Right, well, you look interesting enough at least," Morian smirked, a little, and turned towards the door, expecting the other to follow.
"So let's cut to the chase. I'm better with robots and electrical gadgets than I am with people, I suffer from verbal diarrhea but I don't give a s**t, and more often than not people don't intrigue me enough to keep my attention," he glanced back at the other, raising an eyebrow, "You think you're up to the challenge?"
Like he'd said earlier, Patrick LOOKED interesting enough. Morian wasn't sure yet where his stance on piercings was- but, at least it wasn't something he hated. Because hey, people could do whatever the hell they wanted to make themselves look retarded and immature.
But actually, Patrick pulled it off quite well. Perhaps it was the dark color of his skin offsetting the glint of metal in his face, ears, and, well, Morian bet if that much of his head was pierced, he might've had one or two more underneath his shirt.
"I work hard, and I don't appreciate free loaders or anyone who expects life to hand them what they want on a silver platter. It's not worth having unless you have to work for it," he murmured.
Once out on the street, he swivelled a bit to stare at the other.
"So what about you, and where do you want to go from here? If anywhere at all," he asked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:23 am
"Is verbal diarrhea what they call talking s**t, taking names, and otherwise pissing people off?" Oddly enough - or maybe not so oddly - Patrick found that utterly amusing. He chortled a little at the thought, red eyes once again taking in the (sigh) taller man.
Hm. Well. He looked kind of like a pretty boy but, on that note, so did Patrick. Book, covers, kettle, black. All of that good stuff. When Morian stopped and turned, Patrick paused as well and blinked at the pretty boy, both eyebrows arched higher up on his forehead.
"Well thank ******** god you aren't some whiny prissy b***h. I don't like those." He grinned again at that, thumb idly rubbing against the soft feel of the leather.
"I'm a scientest with a million goddamn children running around a house I really don't like and I don't like people thinking that just because I work in an office that I don't work my a** off." Another widening of that grin, this one almost feral.
"I hate people with no opinions - luckily for ME, I don't think I'll have that problem with you. Whoo ******** Hoo. I like sarcasm and I'm kind of a d**k - being socially acceptable isn't a big deal."
A pause.
"Also, I like sex. I make jokes about sex, I enjoy sex, and I'll hit on you, even if I'm not going to jump into bed on the first few dates. From here? I would highly enjoy something alcoholic or, even better, watch you get elbow-high in grease, robots, an geek out. Nerds are sexy."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:35 pm
Morian smirked, just a little, "That would about sum it up, yes. I've learned to live with this 'curse' and. Enjoy it. Maybe a little too much,"
Okay, so Morian was still talking- this was good. Normally he'd shut down by now; would be ignoring the other all together.... Maybe there was something about the other being shorter than him that made him a bit more comfortable. Or maybe it was the fact that they weren't really anywhere crowded. Upon leaving the cafe, so far as he could tell there was next to no one around other than Patrick.
"I don't have any kids. I don't really like kids," Morian said, a little stiffly. Nothing against the other, but ********, Morian swore like a pirate more often than not and trying to act like a proper role model-- Damn, why had he ever agreed to mentor Armel again? That had bad idea written all over it...
But his mind was getting away with itself, and he reminded himself to focus on the tasks at hand, as, if he didn't he was going to do something stupid. Or rude.
Though, he wasn't sure that his current company would find it offensive.
"I'm cynical-" he paused, a moment, and looked away, down the street with a bit of a smirk, "And definitely a d**k, no getting away from that,"
Wow, he was STILL talking, even despite the fact he still felt a little antsy, and nervous. But that was how it generally was when he got outside. He fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt for a moment, before glancing back to the other.
"Well, I'm done my work for the day- so, perhaps alcohol would be the better choice," he murmured.
Sure, he could take the other back to Aekea, and over to the forge he rented- show him the hard work that went into pounding steel into a usable shape-- but Mor kind of felt that it was a little early in the relationship for that sort of thing. He said nothing in regards to the other's choice at making sexual innuendo- he himself wasn't much of a potty mouth, or, particularly good at making smart a** sexual remarks- but other kinds of snark? He probably could've been a damned professor at teaching how to be a jackass.
Well, if he could stand to be in a classroom full of people anyway.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 12:32 am
"Eh - to be seriously honest? I suck hardcore as a dad. I got stuck with Iamel when I was nineteen and this kid just kind of... appeared. S'Gaia, you know? Anyway, I tend to just treat them all like they're small adults or something. They're cute when they don't suck a**." Another shrug, a lazy thing. "Don't get me wrong. I feel all sort of squishy emotions for the little bastards but I drink and I smoke and I swear and get angry and I'm a shitty-a** person altogether."
Patrick paused there and cast the other man a crooked grin. "I guess I should assure you that I'm not a ******** up person? Just no golden boy. I like to consider myself a decent boyfriend. Most of the time."
His hand waved (he would punch the person who called it faggy) briefly at the others commentary about being a d**k. And cynical. It was good, in his humble opinion, and he made sure to voice that.
"Cynics are in abundance for a reason. They're needed to keep this world a fun and interesting place. On that note - to the booze. I have a favorite little hangout. And by little, I mean no one ever ******** goes there because it's a hole. Glasses are clean and the booze is good, though, so who the ******** cares."
That waving hand crooked two fingers slightly in the direction of the other man as Patrick started walking again. He twisted to give him one more last grin. "Well? Right this way, Mor. I'd grab and drag you but I like keeping my face in place."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 12:25 am
"Gaia has a tendency to do that. I'm lucky in that I'm reclusive enough to have avoided it," he murmured, smirking just a little.
Gah, yeah, he definitely didn't need a brat to look out for. That would only end badly. He let the other continue speaking, listening intently as they walked down the street. No golden boy? Fah, who in this world COULD be considered for the definition of golden boy. Morian sure as s**t hadn't met anyone who'd ever passed the criteria, and everyone had their dark secrets and bad habits.
"I respect the fact that you didn't just dump 'em on someone else, though," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose with his thumb, "I'm not sure I'd be inclined to rise up to the challenge, as it were,"
Morian lapsed into silence again, raising an eyebrow at the mention of the bar. A place with little to no people? Sounded right up Morian's alley. The more people he could avoid, the better. Though, if he was somewhere populated- well, he could probably piss off enough people to have them leave. Or get into a fight. Something.
"Grabbing me is definitely not a smart idea. Especially beware of doing it when I'm not expecting it," because oh yes, he would lash out in a somewhat violent manner; fist and cutting silver tongue together, "Plus, I'm good at this following the leader s**t,"
Well, maybe not. Morian sometimes didn't deal well with authority. And leader figures- yeah... That last statement had probably been a bit of a lie. Not entirely though, he could follow instructions well enough. Otherwise he probably wouldn't be quite the talented engineer/mechanic that he was.
He was a little nervous about this entire alcoholic endeavor though; Morian hadn't had a drink in...
Well, he couldn't remember the last time. He'd probably just barely been the legal age to drink in the first place. And it didn't help that he was a total lightweight. Oh, he was going to have to be very, very careful about this. Yes indeed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:07 pm
"Eh.. Heh. Well, actually, I disappeared for about two weeks. I was nineteen, man, and stuck with kids I never wanted to have. My boyfriend at the time was this whiny little ...thing and he was all clingy and emo and s**t was happening annnnd..." He tapered off, one hand waving fluidy through the air. He wasn't looking back at the other man, his date, as this particular subject wasn't something he was horribly proud off. He had run. He came back? "Anyway, I came back.
"So, in reality, I still kind of suck." He grinned then, only a little forced, but it was a crooked grin either way. "Your 'threat' is noted. I promise not to grab you out of the blue or without permission."
It didn't have to be SOBER permission, mind you, but it was to be permission. Patrick wasn't about to say that outloud and simply kept his gaze on the snarky Morian. He liked him! Liked him enough to take him to his favorite little bar - pub - even if it was just to see what he would end up doing.
Patricks grin faltered just slightly at Morian 'admitting' to being good at following; it was a rather weird coming from someone who came off so... so bitchy and fantastically snarky. If Morian turned into a whiny little emo 'uke', he'd have to go crazy. Or stop dating. If it happened to two people in a row he'd dated that became all... Mordread-esque and, hot damn, that would mean it was him.
Oh, boo. Despite all the mildly emo thoughts, the darker man laughed and offered out a hand, his eyebrows wraggling.
"I'm going to grab your wrist now, though. We're going through crowds to get there and I don't feel like getting your happy a** lost. Break my wrist after we get there and I get a beer or two into me." He winked then and leaned over to snag at Morians wrist. Patrick gave a tug and started leading his date through the people who were slowly getting onto the streets.
"How good at playing following the leader?" He called back as they headed towards the pub. He twisted, dragging Morian closer as an overweight woman with heady B.O. and two screaming children bustled past them. The short man was grinning, despite the people. "Because I kind of like the whole snarky foul-mouthed think-for-yourself thing you have going on."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 12:45 am
Again Morian fell silent to listen, and, for a few moments just contemplated what the other had said. He couldn't blame Patrick for walking out- the situation sounded difficult, at best. It would be trying for any parent to be dumped with kids. Let alone get landed with them at nineteen with s**t happening, as the other had put it.
"Hey, you're still there, that's something, regardless of suck," Morian replied with a bit of a smirk- not trying to insult the other, though it might have come across as such. Morian still wasn't particularly good at the whole... Tact, thing.
While Patrick might have been concerned about Morian turning into a whiny little b***h emo boy, Morian had continued to think on just how untrue his previous statement had been. Yes, Morian was good at following orders at work, and he didn't particularly enjoy having to make all the decisions, but it didn't mean he couldn't make them to get things done. He liked to avoid confrontation, just as a general rule, and yet he was so very, very good at stirring it up.
Ridiculously so. It was like he was doomed to insult people...
Well, somebody had to, he supposed.
Morian didn't have much time to say anything before Patrick had seized his wrist, and was dragging him along through various parts of Gaia, towards what Morian would assume would be a bar.
"Decent enough. Enough to keep my job," he replied, wincing as they passed the woman and her children, and visibly tensing up. Oh yeah, that was too many people for Morian. Not to mention the rather revolting odor she and her spawn gave off....
Gah.
The sooner they were at the bar, which would hopefully be as hole-in-the-wallish and empty as Patrick had suggested, the better.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 5:51 pm
"Y'think? Huh. You know, you're the first person to ever tell me that. Most people call me a horrible guy." He grinned, quick and cynical. "Although suck can be a good thing." A heartbeat o a pause. "Only after a third date though.
"Usually the guy runs away screaming before that happens."
That grin stayed in placec. As they walked, the crowd was becoming rather stifling and Patrick pushed MOrian so he was to the left of him. The pale man now had a Patrick t his right and a wall to his left; Patrick was the one pushing past the ********, I hate this s**t. SERIOUSLY, if my brats can bathe and keep the hell quiet, why can't grown adult? Smelling like oil or sterilization fluid or whatever is on the job is one thing, it doesn't smell bad, but, Jesus, people can wash in the public bathrooms for ******** sake."
His words were said off handedly, uncaring of who it may insult. Instead he squeezed Morians wrist and stopped walking in order to pull the grumpy man down a rather hidden, darker stairwell.
"I know it kind of looks like I'm gonna go on Jack the Ripper on you with this place - y'know, without the prostitutes - but it's all a part of the empty hole in the wall vibe this place has going for it." He blathered as they came to a worn wooden door. Patrick pushed it open with his freehand, revealing a dimly lit pub, complete with the balding, far tender in an apron, shining a glass, a dartboard, a small jukebox, and a cushioned booths.
He raised a hand out in greeting, called a name to the tender, whom replied with a nod, and Patrick led his date to a far-in-the-back booth. The hand was released and Patrick, ever graceful, flopped down onto one side.
"What'cha usually drink, 'Rian? Beer man? Something harder? Maybe froof drinks?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 7:45 pm
"Nah, you had the perseverance to go back. I respect that. Most who walk out, don't go back," Morian grit his teeth a little, shaking his head and thinking of the situation he himself had grown up in. Sigh.
He snickered a little at the other's joke- he'd kind of walked into that one, he supposed.
"Hey if you're offering, I doubt I'll be heading in the other direction," he muttered with a bit of a wry smile.
Something about Patrick placated him; or perhaps it was the fact that he had Patrick between him and the teeming masses that induced the tension and nervous tightening of his stomach. So as it was, he was a little more relaxed than he'd normally be- though still a little bit irritated about the state of the crowd.
"I'm comfortable covered head to toe in grease, but damned if I won't shower the minute I can smell myself," he wrinkled his nose and shook his head. He was definitely of the same mind as the other on the mother with too many screaming brats and not enough care to bathe herself.
"Hey, if you're about to try and rip me open, don't be offended if I go apeshit and attempt to defend myself," he replied with a bit of a shrug, raising an eyebrow as they slipped into the dimly lit bar.
Yeah, this was a hell of a lot more comfortable for him than the teeming masses and over crowded streets above ground. And hey, it was clean enough, and so it passed in Morian's mind.
Once his hand had been released and he'd slid into the booth, he set his elbows on the table, one of his hands drumming along the table- apparently in deep thought at Patrick's question. Was choosing a drink really this hard? Or perhaps he was contemplating the new nickname he seemed to have acquired. He'd never really had a nickname before! It was different, but, not uncomfortable.
"Just a beer is good to start," he murmured with a shrug. The man didn't really know his drinks, since he didn't drink often enough TO know them. He knew that only after a few beers though- and, well... He'd definitely be hitting a buzz pretty quickly.
Poor, poor lightweight.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:02 pm
"Beer it is, then! I'll be back in just a minute then." Patrick slunk to his feet once more, boots landing with a solid, happy thud, and he sauntered towards the bar. For a small, thin dude, his hips should have swished. If he had been a proper yaoi uke uke kawaii they would have swished. Unfortunately - or fortunately? - he was no such thing and, instead, the pierced, fierce little man tromped. He was as elegent as a rhino on pot.
Patrick leaned against the bar and, for a minute or two, chatted up the bartender. The bartender laughed, poured him two drinks, and Patrick then started back to the booth. The clomping faded as he put a mug in front of Morian and sat down on his own side. A deep drink and it settled onto the polished table top before Patrick spoke again.
"So if I offered to blow you, you wouldn't go, 'agh what the ********'?" His voice was amused and the smile on his face was cocky, a touch of cynical pleasure to it all. Tease the other snarky man! Tease him dead! Rowr rowr rowr!
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