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 Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:04 pm
Having finished with pod duty earlier that morning, Sasha had holed herself up in the labs. She leaned against one of the sturdy tables, half of a sandwich in one hand while the other clutched a white ruled notepad which was covered in scribbles and notes. Various diagrams littered the page, and the contents scrawled across the paper held Sasha's attention.
She took a large bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly as she read over the notes she'd written on the paper.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:27 pm
He had vowed he didn't need her. Then why was he here? He was on a mission, his own experiment, that was all. She might not have even...
No, she was there, sitting as though nothing had happened. Life as usual. Engrossed in her work.
His hands were shaking again. Hovering amongst the rows of research tables, he unscrewed the cap of his flask. Just a quick sip. It was quickly shoved away again.
He watched the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw as she chewed. As though what they had had never happened. As though she didn't care. She probably didn't. His teasing hadn't helped like he hoped it would. She probably thought he was an a*****e. He probably was.
What did he care? He didn't need her.
Just a few more minutes.
He missed her.
Just a few more moments and he'd be gone and she'd never know- that is until he accidentally backed into a cart full of metal tools that went clattering to the ground behind him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:37 pm
The loud clang of metal hitting the floor gave Sasha pause - her chewing stilled, and an annoyed sound rose up in the back of her throat. The sandwich was set aside with strict precision, the notepad set down next to it.
She turned to see the cause of the ruckus.
Sasha had to admit, she hadn't been expecting to see Jerry there. Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly before they narrowed again, arms slipping across her chest with cool grace. One dark brow rose up in question before she slipped her attention down to the tools that were strewn about across the floor.
"Jerry."
What was he doing here?
"Can I do something for you?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:42 pm
He scrambled to pick the tools up, his face red but hidden behind his hair and glasses, "N-nothing. Was just. Coming to see if... if Robert had um. Or anyone had um. I was... looking for unstable runic er.... things." He straightened, jaw set and an attempt to look nonchalant.
You are the worst liar.
"I'm not lying," He hissed under his breath hopefully soft enough she couldn't hear.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:51 pm
Sasha didn't move to help him with the tools, perfectly content to just watch him jostle about as he picked up the mess he'd made.
"Robert's not in here."
Stating the obvious. She turned back around to pick up her sandwich, even white teeth biting down to rip off another hunk of the peanut butter and jelly goodness. Sasha figured he'd just leave - even though she could tell he was lying. The red face and the stutter?
Telltale signs.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:57 pm
"Well... maybe you can help me." He tried to look casual about it, brushing his hair out of his face as he fumbled the last tool back onto the cart.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:58 pm
Sasha waved her sandwich in the air, reaching over to pick up the notepad.
"I don't know much about unstable runic things."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:00 pm
"Do you... know where they dispose of them at least?" She was talking to him. That was a good sign, right? He used her response as an excuse to saunter closer, feigning indifference of her work station.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:23 pm
Sasha popped the last bit of her sandwich in her mouth, chewing blithely before using the tip of her tongue to clean up an errant bit of jam that clung to her thumb.
And then she smiled.
"No idea."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:56 pm
He wasn't staring as she licked her fingers. He didn't nervously fidget. He was just... observing. And uncomfortable. He had been standing all day.
He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Oh. Guess they don't divulge that sort of thing to trainees."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:01 pm
Sasha tilted her head to the side, watching him with a curious expression. No, this wasn't awkward at all.
"Guess not."
What was his game? The smile never left her lips, a self-content, very feline curve.
"Is that what you're really here for?"
She had to ask.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:06 pm
Another blush. He hid it with a turn of his head. "Why else would I be down here." His hands were trembling again.
No you don't. You've had enough. Now man the ******** up. Bitches* like it when you play disinterested. Makes you more interesting.
He put his hand back down away from his coat pocket and then pretended to be interested in the ball-and-string-toy someone had left in a nearby work station.
*footnote: Howlers are akin to wolves. It's legitimate to call their females bitches, just as it is to refer to a female dog. IJS.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:11 pm
Sasha shrugged and took a moment to glance at the clock.
"I'm not sure."
Her voice turned a little icy, the smile slipping from her lips.
"You do a lot of things that don't make sense to me sometimes, Jerry."
The same could be said for her, she was sure, but. She wasn't the one slinking around knocking down carts full of tools.
"I have work to do."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:19 pm
He had pulled the little silver ball back to watch it click-clack-click against the others. He always liked this sort of desk toy. He had used one as a metronome once when he hadn't-
Head in the game.
She hates me. What's the point?
She hates you because you're a mess, Collins. Roar did his best to emulate Simon's voice. It was a horrible simulation.
"So that's all you do these days, huh?" That sounded good. Alpha wolf. he could do this. He could feel the majority of the contents of his flask burn in his belly, giving him courage. Maybe if he had just taken another swig...
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:24 pm
Sasha laughed - a rich, throaty rumble that surprised even her.
"No. No. That's not all I do these days."
Her thoughts shifted to teasing eyes and coffee-colored skin. Only a few more hours. She cleared her throat and moved towards Jerry, a pale hand reaching out to stop the nerve-grating noise of the metallic clicks.
"However, I have things I want to accomplish. These things require work, Jerry."
She lifted a brow. Was that alcohol on his breath? It was hard to say, but she could have sworn... ah, well. Sasha shrugged.
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