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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 4:25 pm
 Many things had changed in only a few days for the white spider c*cktail. Not only had he made his long delayed return to HQ, but he had actually taken part in the new year's celebration, had spoken to others again after months submerged in his work. He was an author of a kind, and had an author's detrimental habit of holing himself up in his room away from the world, gathering data and facts for his reports via the internet.
Yet here he was, sat at the bar above the Hytech building, a glass of frosted water in hand as he silently watched the denizens of the building go about their daily tasks. Some were sitting in the booths chatting, others had collected around the bar, yet aside from greeting the few that he knew Wisp was alone, dark eyes unfocused as he sipped his drink, mind mulling over the reports he had received from his agent earlier that morning, and the rather admonishing words to 'go out and be social, for god's sake'. So he had returned to the only place he knew well enough to feel comfortable at beside his small flat, HQ.
The white c*cktail was rather handsome despite the slightly distant air he gave off. A pair of neat wireframe reading glasses were tucked into the breast pocket of his icey jacket. A white shirt with the top few buttons carelessly left open and a pair of white slacks made up the male's usual outfit. Austere for sure, but no one had ever seen Wisp dressed in anything else except once when he had donned a white hakama and haori for Jasper's birthday party. Needless to say the outfit had not been seen since and the reserved male had returned to his all-white business attire.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 5:56 pm
Befouls Bitter was the new kid on the scene. He'd only just recently become an adult, and he didn't know much about the HQ or any of the other C*cktails. He decided it was high time he met them, now that he was mobile and didn't have to worry about sloshing himself all over the place, thank God. That was awkward. So he donned his jacket, put a few mint leaves behind his ear, and made his way to the HQ.
It took him some time to get up to the HQ. That's what happens when you're a mere two feet tall. Bitter eventually reached the top of the stairs and he made his way inside, running a hand through his hair to ensure he looked good. He paused and laughed. Who was he kidding? He always looked good!
Leaning against the door frame, Bitter looked around, taking in the other patrons of the bar. Most were either larger than himself, something he wasn't quite up to just yet, or in pairs. There was a lone C*cktail at the bar though. He didn't appear to be doing much of anything, just off in his own thoughts. A perfect target. Bitter adjusted his leaves, and pushed off from the door, making his way over to the white-clad male. He took a seat next to him, and leaned an elbow on the bar, crossing a loafered foot over his knee.
"Well, hello there. Looking for life's answers in the bottom of your glass? I hear that's never the way to go about it." Bitter grinned.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 8:19 am
He first noticed the stranger's approach was when the frosty coloured male settled onto the stool beside him, so lost in his thoughts was he that a the spoken comment, he looked up and blinked silently at the other. Finally his brain caught up to the fact that he had actually been spoken to and hat the voice was not one of many scattered thoughts throughout his mind.
Setting his glass down he offered his hand, falling back on polite habits while he struggled to adjust to the sudden shift in the pace of his morning. "Would the glass be able to offer any answers?" He replied, a surprised quick little smile curling his lips up briefly. "Wisp de Ither. Nice to meet you."
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