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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 6:06 am
It was January 13th. The day after Lorne's birthday. Somehow Nadia had found him out and they'd had an amazing day, and Colin too had taken some time to spend with them, and if it hadn't been the best birthday he'd ever known for having people to share it with.
But for this particular birthday, well... it only stood to reason that one friend in particular would come to mind. And while it wasn't something he would've normally bothered to commemorate at all, he'd been a bit off the radar after Cinnabar had gotten to him, so...
Quote: SMS: Isaiah Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you much. But I turned 21 yesterday. Do you think you might want to go celebrate with me? Maybe buy me a drink?
Quote: SMS: Isaiah This is not a date.
Quote: SMS: Isaiah If you're busy I understand! Sorry it's so last minute!
Quote: SMS: Isaiah I miss you though.
Quote: SMS: Isaiah I hope you're okay.
Quote: SMS: Isaiah That was a lot of texts, I'm sorry.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:50 am
Having recently attempted walking without his cane, Isaiah was reclined in the back of his office with a computer to his right, a notebook before him, and his cell phone on the left. He yawned into his hand as he scrolled through the surfeit of invoices in a monotonous and long-winded process. His left hand fiddled with the last myrtlewood ball point pen that came from the collection he lost to the fire. The neat scrawlings on the first pages of the notebook betrayed a cooperative venture with the DCPD concerning a high-profile theft, and a request for information on several presumed suspects. As Isaiah scrolled through his files, he jotted down notes of invoice numbers and associated names and payment information to suit his suspicions.
His leg felt sore from the morning, but he noted it as a different type of soreness. This one, he recognized, was closer to a worked muscle soreness than a damage soreness. It pleased him to think that he might yet walk without a cane, as he did months before - that recovery may well be complete, even when the doctors warned him that he may need that third leg for the rest of his life.
And beyond the gossip, beyond the news about his leg, Isaiah was quite happy to enjoy a day in the back office with a task in hand than babysit the terribly bored cashiers up front. One he had tagging miscellaneous items while another walked about dusting and straightening the store. he always felt that he had slightly better days when he dealt menial labor to his underlings - especially when they complained about it in their Twitter feeds (yes, he followed his cashiers on Twitter).
His phone buzzed to life, and at first Isaiah thought he was receiving a call. His phone indicated a number of messages instead - and all from Lorne. What's going on with you, Blanca? Did you find your ancestor's stash of toys? Picking up the phone, he read through the lot and responded accordingly.Quote: SMS Lorne: (1/2)Happy birthday to you, my friend. I bet you never thought you'd see the day. I would be happy to buy you a drink, though only a drink, because if I bought you dinner then I wou Quote: SMS Lorne: (2/2)ld expect you to put out. I can pick you up from your house (I can finally drive again, I think). We can 'discuss' more on the way. wink
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 3:27 am
As he often did, Isaiah made Lorne laugh, bemusement lighting his yellow eyes like sunshine.Quote: SMS: Isaiah That's so great to hear! I'd been wanting to check in with you, I'm so sorry I've been so quiet. Incidentally... do I want to know why it's 'discuss' with quotes? Haha! I'll see you soon, thank you!
He bundled up in his coat and his scarf, fingers kept warm by means of gloves and pockets... and then he waited, somewhat too eagerly watching for Isaiah's car.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 2:06 am
Quote: SMS Lorne: We're holding a horizontal debate, Lorne. The kind you and Nadia have at night. I'll see you soon.
The drive was blessedly short between minimal traffic and a stroke of luck with turning signals. The quick venture eased some of the strain on his leg, which hadn't yet reached complaining status by the time he reached Lorne's neighborhood. The apartment itself was an easy find during the eve, and Isaiah pulled to a stop in the street parking zones. Afterward, he got out of the car sans cane, and faltered somewhat as he loaded his recovering leg with weight, but straightened out as he started toward the other side of the car.
The walk to the apartment itself reminded him that stairs were still very much an enemy, and that his leg hadn't quite reached the same muscle mass that it knew before. His leg felt uniquely weak from such a short distance, though Isaiah knew that these were the first pains of recovering muscle. Finally, when he reached the familiar front door, Isaiah pulled his phone from pocket a last time.
Quote: SMS Lorne: Watching you get dressed. Let me in when you're ready.
frayedflower sorry about the delay, trying to get back into tagging
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