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PostPosted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 10:57 pm


There was a hole in his stomach. It was the only explanation. For the ache that he felt there. It was the only thing he could feel, right then. A rich, anticipatory nervousness. Everything else was just going right through him.

He had never Tindered before.

It was Jeremy's fault. The reason he'd downloaded and installed the app in the first place. It also wasn't Jeremy's fault at all. They were just cubicle buddies.

Jeremy didn't know that discussing paper sales with him was often the highlight of Dorian's day.

Jeremy didn't know that Dorian took his smile home at the end of those same days to share with the rest of his world.

Jeremy couldn't have known that landing himself a girlfriend would distort something inside of Dorian, because Dorian hadn't known. It wasn't a big thing. Just something small, but significant enough to make him rethink his life choices. He was twenty-five. With an English degree, and more debt than he would ever be able to repay.

Jack's profile had been very honest. Dorian thought he knew what he was getting himself into. It would be simple. Straightforward. Probably no commitments-- and that was fine, because he was mad about Jeremy.

But he was running late. Actually. He was late, and he was running. Down the sidewalk. Messenger bag slung across his shoulders. A tray with two coffees in the other. He didn't know how Jack liked his caffeine, and had loaded his pockets up with extra packets of sugar and Sweet n' Low. Only one of the coffees had cream in it, because that was how Dorian liked his. But he would take the black, if Jack preferred the cream.

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PostPosted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 8:35 pm


All around him, life happened. Life that Pasi didn't give two shits about, happened. The world was over-populated anyway and he couldn't be arsed to contemplate the minutia of each person - nor would he have wanted to. The longest relationship he had with someone other than his parents, was with a man he 'affectionately' nicknamed "dickhead" in his phone and that he booty-called whenever he got the urge. It was not a loving nor affectionate relationship, and it would never be one.

Pasi preferred to work with electronics, with pieces and parts. Dealing with human beings was messy, often unpleasant, and ultimately something he liked keeping on his terms or not at all.

So when he found himself being slammed into by some running stranger, his first reaction was to snap out Finnish invectives even as both were pushed back from the force of the collision. It took a few moments before his brain registered the feel of hot coffee soaking into his clothing, setting hot, damp denim to skin. "********, really!?"

And then his brain jumped to his bag, where his home-brew laptop was -- a machine he'd built with care, a machine that most folks would have found as easy to work on as a blind man trying to utilize Tony Stark's holographic displays effectively. "No! Goddammit--" Again he devolved into Finnish, roundly cursing the shorter man and his stupid coffee and inability to watch where he was going and his ancestors back a thousand years; Pasi's hands struggled to pull the machine out of the wet bag, snarling further with how wet the casing was. "If this is ruined--"

Pasi narrowed his eyes - whomever this idiot was, he was going to fix this. The Finn grabbed for his sleeve, letting his laptop fall back into the bag - it could get no worse, really. Either it was fried or it wasn't. "You are coming with me." Anger and upset had brought his accent out more heavily, vowels rounded and swallowed into his throat, leaving them oddly turned. He would take no argument - Mr. I-Don't-Watch-Where-I'm-Going was going to Pasi's apartment and if the laptop was in need of parts to replace and fix it....well, he'd be taking care of it. Right then.


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PostPosted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 11:35 pm


Pain.

It burned him. The coffee soaking through his First Date shirt, staining pale blue a vomit brown. Dorian sucked in air through his teeth, pulling at the fabric to separate it from his skin. He'd owned the shirt for six years. Only worn it three times. That was one first date for every other year. Maybe blue isn't my colour.

"I'm sorry!" he said to Pasi, once he'd returned to the world enough to realize that his stumbling had injured another human being. Words flew. Angry words that Dorian didn't know. He wondered, for a moment, if he'd forgotten them-- he spoke so seldom, sometimes went whole weekends without even turning on the television. Languages were hard. It was possible he'd lost the ability to English. But;

'If this is ruined.'

That was definitely English. And a threat. Dorian paled in the wake of Pasi's anger. The hole in his abdomen filled, suddenly, with regret. The nervousness intensified.

"Slow down." His breath came out in a rush. He felt terribly guilty, but was not cowed enough to let Pasi drag him off. Dorian wrestled his arm out of Pasi's grip, shoving him in the chest with his forearm for getting so handsy. In Dorian, this wasn't anger. It was a gentle assertion of boundaries. "I'll pay for the repairs."

He dipped at the waist. Started collecting the coffee tray and the now-empty cups and the packets of sugar from the sidewalk.

"I try not to litter," he said, by way of explanation. People were looking at them. Dorian pretended not to notice. His cheeks flushed pink. So faint it could have been the chill on the Autumn air.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 12:06 am


Dorian's sorry put no dent in the ire rolling off Pasi in waves, and his balking did not help his cause either. "Yes. You will. But you stupid-- this is not some bought thing!" He couldn't believe it, this idiot with a pretty face was denying him - was stopping to pick up the trash when his carelessness had put scalding coffee to Pasi's clothes, skin, and precious laptop.

And he has the gall to say to me 'slow down'!?

"You try not to litter." There was a dangerous flatness to the Finn's tone as Dorian bent to gather garbage; granted he was against littering in principle as well, but there were More Important Things and one had to prioritize. Pretty but stupid. Came the thought along with that Dorian was small - not a tiny thing, but certainly of a size that Pasi would have few issues man-handling.

People were looking at them curiously, then warily when they caught Pasi's actual expression as he moved to collect Dorian. "Since you have stupid, we do this the hard way." With a grunt and ahissed exhalation, Pasi bent to grab Dorian and put him over his left shoulder; he even gave his captive a very sharp smack on the a** when he started struggling. "If you keep up, I will beat you and we will continue to my apartment." Long strides unhampered by sticking denim, Pasi went about carrying Dorian off like this were something he did on a daily basis (it was not).

To his credit, Dorian behaved fairly well - it seemed he did not like the idea of being the center of attention or causing a scene any further than his hanging off Pasi's shoulder made him - so instead of kicking or screaming, he tried to reason with the Finn. The whole way, Dorian spoke low and quiet at him, and Pasi responded with a very flat affect, at one point bothering to explain something of the machine he were most concerned about. "My laptop is not Best Buy garbage, I built it and we go to see if it works. If not, you will be in much pain for it." Strong emotions set his speech patterns back further, with proper English and grammar sliding to the wayside. The smaller man's 'People are watching' got a snort that meant amusement and replied that yes, of course they were. What did he expect?

Pasi held Dorian to his shoulder, his left hand firm on the small of his back to keep him in place while the right was ready to deliver further punishment if necessary (it was not, though he did have to steady his cargo once or twice). This is the way they would travel all the way back to his apartment near the DCU campus; even with his annoyance (okay, fine anger) at having been doused in hot coffee, having his laptop probably ruined, and then having to drag the cause away from garbage clean up, Pasi did notice that the backside under his hand wasn't that bad - it was how he helped distract himself on the way home.

Was it perhaps telling that those in his building barely reacted to Pasi carting about another human being up to the top floor? He fished his sticky keys out from his damp and stinking bag and entered his apartment, where Kisa beeped in greeting and the skittered away with a low electronic buzz. Dorian would not be released until the door were shut and locked behind them; only then would Pasi set him down.

"You will stay until I see what damage you did." But he did not move from the doorway, just in case Dorian had the bright idea of trying to escape; what he did do was peel out of his damp clothing, down to his boxers, right then and there. His skin was pinked and angry looking where the coffee had splashed, but mostly he was physically unhurt. The laptop, however, would be another story entirely. "If I need parts, you buy. Then you can go."

"Is agreed?"


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 1:46 am


"Agreed, yes."

Response automatic. Flat, textureless.

Back on his feet, Dorian stared past Pasi at a spot on the wall. The hole inside was a cavity now, gnawing on itself, taking up more and more space inside of him. He felt only cold. Not fear. A little bit of nausea. Dorian swallowed. Tasted bile.

He wanted to tell Pasi to get on with it. To check the damage so that he could pay and be gone. He said nothing. Straightened the collar of his First Date shirt with slender fingers. Held on to the fabric to keep his hands from trembling. His chest throbbed where coffee had soaked through the fabric.

He is practically naked.

He wanted the bathroom. Asked for it. Was permitted to use it, but not without taking Pasi's caffeinated clothing with him. Dorian did not argue. Understood why when he found that the bathroom -a short stop down from the foyer, to the right- was also the laundry room.

Alone -or mostly alone, at least,- Pasi's clothes deposited, Dorian splashed his face with water from the sink. Stared at himself in the mirror. Thought about being sick in the toilet. Wasn't sure if he was over-reacting or under-reacting. I am his hostage, for all rights and purposes. He carried me here like a sack of grain. I did not call for help. I did not fight him.

Which of us is insane?

It was a long while before Dorian returned to the foyer. He did not want to- hoped that, when he did finally step back out into the open air, Pasi had had enough time to diagnosis his Not-Garbage laptop. He fingered the edge of his credit card. Stood nearby, but out of reach.

He waited.

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 2:19 am


"I leave Kisa at the door, you try anything you get tased. Fifty-thousand volts. Bzzt." His parting words as Dorian obediently skittered to the wash area and bathroom. While his 'house-guest' was occupied, Pasi gave short commands in Finnish to the not!roomba, which chirruped acceptance and set up guard at the front door. Excessive? Perhaps, but Pasi wasn't in the mood to have someone skip out on paying for destroying his work.

Once that were settled, Pasi went into the small kitchen area to wet a rag and wipe down, then upstairs to put sweats on. Dorian still was locked away in his bathroom by the time he was ready to crack open his laptop, so he simply went down stairs to do so, muttering darkly the whole while as his blunt-nailed fingers with all their burn callouses felt over the drying stickiness. He might have crooned at it a bit, sadly, before setting the whole business upside down on a plastic surface, wiping over the outside with a damp cloth. Whether it would do any good to start outside in...well, if he were handling the parts, he'd clean them as they went.

A screwdriver saw the casing opened, had the dark haired Finn hissing angrily. Wet. Inside. Not so good. Dorian emerged from the restroom and Pasi called to him, "Down stairs. Come, ja." So far it was bad news and lord was Dorian going to be upset when he discovered that Pasi was going to charge him not only for the parts but for his labor as well - and that was the expensive part!

"Power supply is ruined, motherboard maybe. I cannot tell yet." But he would, yes, once he'd taken everything apart, cleaned it and dried it, and then put it back together with a new power supply. Luckily, he worked very quickly and with an economy of motion that said he did this sort of thing a lot and was quite good at it.

"Battery ********, not so lucky." But it looked like the graphics card and processor were alright., so perhaps Dorian wasn't in nearly the trouble he'd thought. "Hmm..." Pasi stepped away from the half rebuilt laptop and pulled parts from a bin on a shelf, glancing over at Dorian with a bit of curiosity; he could tell the man was quite upset, perhaps frightened. He was fidgeting worriedly. "Sit," He gestured towards a battered couch, "I will be done soon, then we will know how bad this is."

A few minutes more and he'd rigged it up to check, a secondary laptop hooked to it for diagnostics on the remaining parts. "Okay, it runs twenty minutes, maybe less." He pulled his hair loose, then pulled it back up more neatly while looking over at Dorian before stepping close and offering a hand, "Pasi Järvinen. You are?"


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 4:48 pm


In his shock at being thrown over Pasi's shoulder Dorian had forgotten more than calling for help. He was supposed to be on a date. Had received a "?" message from Jack in the bathroom, and responded with a brief apology. Something had come up. Could they reschedule?

Instead of calling the police he had texted his neighbour to make sure somebody took Murphy for her evening walk, in case Pasi decided to kill him. It would not take much. Dorian was slight. Leanly muscled. He was fit and healthy because he ran at the dog park, but not strong. Not a fighter. He carried me all the way here. It does not look like it cost him any effort at all.

He only half-listened to Pasi's analysis of the damage done to his laptop. There was guilt inside of him. For running into Pasi with coffee in the first place, but Pasi had called him stupid, and threatened to beat him, and smacked him on the a**. Dorian's capacity for compassion was inhibited by his discomfort. His phone vibrated. A message from Jack? Dorian wanted to check it, but thought better of trying to answer where Pasi could see. He had been arrested here, not truly invited, and felt about as welcome as a fly in a water glass.

At least he's put pants on. He was aware of Pasi looking at him. Tried to ignore it- and flushed anyway. He hesitated, and then chose to sit. There was no reason not to. Twenty minutes was a long time to stand. Dorian tucked his credit card between his thighs, and could not keep the surprise out of his face when Pasi held out a hand.

"...Dorian," he said, reaching to shake. It seemed an overshare, to offer his surname as well. He considered Pasi's laptop, green eyes flickering from the Finn to his desk. Once I pay, I bet he will be able to find me anyway. Credit Cards are not founts for anonymity. "My last name is Paul."

It helped calm him a little. To be treated like a person and not a hacky sack. Made it easier to start seeing Pasi as a person, too, and not just an angry, over-protective extension of his tech.

"I am sorry," he said again, voice soft. He waved at the laptop, and then glanced at Pasi's skin. Where the coffee had burned him. His First Date shirt was still damp. He hurt underneath, but not badly enough to check. "I was rushing. I shouldn't have been."

He spoke because it was true. Not because he wanted to get out of paying for the repairs, though he did hope that Pasi would stop threatening to hurt him.

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 6:09 pm


Dorian's surprise at his being treated like a person instead of a prisoner set an amused tilt to his mouth; that he didn't have a high opinion wasn't surprising. Pasi found that his behaviours - even when he wasn't carting folks off over his shoulder fire-man style - could be off-putting unless he were making the effort to be 'charming'. "Dorian? Like the hedonist? But not."

After shaking hands, Pasi rolled his shoulders a bit; he was used to hauling things around and was quite strong but he'd be feeling the strain of carrying a person later, probably wake with a stiff neck and sore back muscles. Worth it, he would not have come otherwise. Probably. This time, Dorian's apology had more effect and the Finn nodded. "Not smart, running with hot coffee. Burn someone, like me." He cocked his head a bit, noting the dampness of the First Date Shirt (tm). "And you." The thoughtful look deepened, but Pasi turned and moved across the room and back towards the stairs.

"You want a drink? There's water and juice there," He gestured to a small fridge tucked under a slightly raised plank that turned the whole thing into an end table, "Or cheap beer, milk, other things. In the kitchen." And then he disappeared up the stairs to do god only knew what while the diagnostics ran on his laptop and Kisa beeped in the foyer. Dorian wouldn't know, but he'd stopped to send Kisa into hibernation and then went to find a shirt - no sense staying sticky the whole time, that was rude wasn't it?

When he returned, Pasi caught Dorian's attention before gently lobbing the balled up t-shirt at him - blue, with a faded superman logo screen printed on it. "Change, you will be more comfortable I think." Bending to get a small container of orange juice from the mini-fridge, Pasi went back to his workbench and made a sound that managed to be not only impatient, but also long-suffering.

"Slow...but slow is good. If it were faster, I would be more worried...."


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 11:33 pm


"Yes," Dorian said, "like the hedonist." But not. He was sensitive to the addendum. Not upset with Pasi for it, or even wounded. Just, thoughtful. Can he tell that much already? He has not known me an hour. I am transparent as glass.

He followed Pasi with his eyes when he moved towards the stairs. Knew, even before Pasi disappeared, that he would take no liberties with the kitchen or the fridge. Pasi had asked if he wanted a drink. He had not said that Dorian should take one- the offer was implied, of course. Dorian knew that. Was wary of pushing his luck anyways. Pasi might not have actually hurt him yet, but he had done an excellent job of reminding Dorian that his safety was only relative to his behaviour.

He was still sitting on the couch when Pasi returned. In the middle of a text message. Jack had agreed to reschedule. The t-shirt landed on his lap. He stared at it, and then smiled, fingers grazing the logo.

"You like Superman."

Dorian went into the bathroom to change. Checked himself for burns for the first time. His skin hurt, but the damage was superficial. The red would heal on it's own. Become new skin again. The t-shirt was a size too big, but that was expected. And it was soft to the touch. Smelled faintly of things that Dorian didn't have names for. But he liked it. Could not remember the last time he'd worn another man's shirt. Am I allowed to wear this home? Pasi did not seem like the sort of person to just give things. But then, Dorian supposed, he didn't know Pasi at all.

He returned to the sitting room with his First Date Shirt folded neatly, and tucked under his arm. Dorian stood closer to Pasi and the workbench this time, instead of choosing the couch straight away. Stood where Pasi could see him.

"Thank you," he said, rubbing the hem of the shirt between his thumb and forefinger. "I will bring it back to you." And then, indicating the laptop with his chin, and a (somewhat) braver quirk of his lip. "What's the diagnosis, doctor?"

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 5:58 am


With his obviously buttoned down manner and flustery, fluttery reactions to things...yes, Pasi could feel fairly certain Dorian wasn't a hedonist the way Wilde's book described it's Dorian.

"Ja, who does not like the Man of Steel?" He had time, while Dorian was changing, to break out a second juice and set it near the whirring laptops, to stretch his hands towards the ceiling and rub at his neck. To contemplate the Skolem problem (though not for nearly long enough to puzzle out anything useful, which really wasn't the point just then) and use the doing of to eat time while he waited for the diagnostics to complete and for mousy Dorian Paul to return from changing.

Such an odd fellow. A thought echoed when Dorian returned but did not reseat himself as the Finn expected, instead coming closer to the ordered-but-chaotic workbench. The little mouse grows brave, it seems. We only had to give it clothing. "Ah, is no good to keep wearing something soiled." He did not acceptance that the shirt would be returned - which was nice, it was one he rather liked wearing, having worn it so often that it was soft and comfortable. "So far, power supply and battery, which is not so good but not so bad." He skimmed over the data scrolling slowly on the secondary laptop's screen while off-handedly offering the small container of orange juice in Dorian's direction.

"I will need to rebuild motherboard as well." It had been damaged, not completely but he wasn't about to continue working on something sub-par or that might spark a fire someday when he wasn't paying attention. The apartment complex would likely have made a big stink if they knew he was playing around with flammable, dangerous things all the time as it were. Pasi gestured a bit at the electronics and made a sound kind of like an abused mule, "It will take hours to rebuild and set up to my standards."

And yes, he still blamed Dorian, but at least he wasn't making threats. "We will order parts, then I will bill you for labor."

Without waiting to see how Dorian would take that, he went to a very jury-rigged desk (a plank, really, on some filing cabinets) where a desktop computer rested, along with some rather sketchy looking bits of hardware that Pasi could have told him were to build fake IDs. "Why were you running, it's not a smart thing to do with coffee."


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 5:18 pm


The proffered orange juice was received like the shirt. With surprise, and then a little smile. He took it gingerly, careful not to squeeze too hard, for fear of splattering even more of Pasi's tech in liquid. Dorian made enough money as a paper salesman to live comfortably, and to spoil his furbabies rotten. He had a savings account for retirement (it was slim). A credit score reflective of a (mostly) responsible spender. Paying for the repairs to Pasi's laptop would mean some penny pinching. Dorian was trying not to think about it too much-- he had not agreed to pay because he was afraid (which he was), but because he felt it was the right thing to do.

'We will order parts, then I will bill you for labor.'

Dorian paused mid-sip. Opened his mouth to say something. Hesitated. Was that fair? Pasi had said that it would take him hours to fix. Hours that he could have spent working on something else, and possibly getting paid for that. Dorian's personal desk at home was covered in an assortment of notebooks and paper for sketching. He wrote there, and tried to make comics there, and could recognize a dedicated praxis when it was staring him in the face. Pasi seemed to care about his tech as much as Dorian cared about his stories. What would he want someone to pay him, if they stained his work -his blood, and sweat, and dreams- with coffee?

"I had a date," he said, shrugging as though it were nothing. As though he hadn't spent hours washing and ironing his First Date Shirt the evening before.

Curious, more comfortable now that Pasi had shared some kindness with him, Dorian helped himself to a little tour of the room. He did not wander far, but he wandered some. Took in the space-- observing, not judging. He was amused by the jury-rigged desk. Interested in all of the parts and what they did. He touched nothing.

"It is okay, though. I asked him if we could reschedule."

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 6:41 pm


Between schooling, his Youtube channel, the Craigslist projects, and making faux IDs for folks...Pasi's time was precious. Never mind that he also had to spend time powered up, it meant that any time he had to spend on fixing something that should have been fine came dear; even so, he'd already made up his mind to only charge fifteen dollars an hour. It had been an accident, it was his own gear damaged, and charging more than that was extraneous. The Finn's fingers twitched across the keyboard in spurts, interjected with the slide of his mouse - he was pulling up his favorite parts supply and loading in the components he would need to repair just what he'd told Dorian, then straightened. The total wasn't bad, just a bit over two hundred and thirty seven dollars for the motherboard pieces alone - but likely Dorian would know nothing about computers beyond how to use them and would balk. And that is not battery, power supply, nor labor.

Adding the remaining hardware in brought the total closer to three hundred and fifty bucks, something that made him sigh and push one hand over his face while glancing over at the man cruising his workspace curiously. He accepted paying labor and has been reasonable, it would be annoying if that changed. Still, I am undercharging already. Pasi printed out the list with projected cost (with shipping) and then grabbed a red sharpie to break the items down into what they'd be used to make. If he absolutely had to, he could probably make do without the power supply. The battery was likewise required.

As he fussed over the paper, Dorian explained his thwarted plans for the evening. "A date? From the internet or someone you know. It can be dangerous to meet strangers in Destiny City." Pasi was absolutely thinking about the Negaverse, about how Dia had used him to lure in civilians so she could take their starseeds. "Ah, sorry. It is not my business. Only that it is dangerous here, with those costumed freaks running around." In sharpie, Pasi put bold strokes to paper, writing out his hourly rate of fifteen dollars and estimating the time it would take him to rebuild - but not reprogram - his machine. If it were a simpler machine, he could have done all the hardware work in two, maybe three hours..but his build was unique and some of those parts were not standard at all. Another glance at Dorian and he marked three to five hours down.

"Here is hardware components with cost, and also labor. It's fair cost, but-" He wasn't short-selling himself, it was more that he was a college student and knew that people often didn't have a lot of 'disposable' cash laying around, "If costs need split, I could make do now with just the motherboard." The Finn moved closer to Dorian to offer the print-out, "I do not know your situation, but will try to work with you. It is not as costly as it could be, but it is not cheap." You are also very lucky the whole rig wasn't destroyed, I may have bought the parts over time and built as I could, but it's several thousand dollars and specialty parts that take months to build.

Pasi's phone buzzed from where he'd set it on his workspace, "Excuse me. If you have questions about the estimate, I will go over it." Snagging his phone and seeing that he had several messages, Pasi thumbed through them. Two from Jack, one from Archer. Jack wanted to hang out, his Tinder date had bailed on him...and Archer wanted the same thing he always wanted, which meant that Pasi either had to kick Dorian out now...or miss out on some pretty spectacular sex. But this was important and also classified as business, so he could not boot the brunet, no matter how much he might have wanted to spend some time bedding his favorite playmate.

His reply to Jack was short and snarky, 'I do not want to have sex with you. Also, I am busy. Go annoy the dark-eyed woman.' The one to Archer made him grit his teeth and contemplate just...strangling the buttoned-up little mouse that had no idea just what he was costing Pasi. With a rough-sounding swear, “Tämä on perseestä--”, he dropped his phone and returned his attention to Dorian. "Questions?"


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 10:12 pm


'It can be dangerous to meet strangers in Destiny City.'

Said the man who'd carried him home and locked him in and threatened to have his kisa tase him. Dorian's lips twitched. He laughed at the absurdity. It was a soft, contained sound, but sincere- for all that it lacked in volume. Pasi said that it was none of his business. Dorian appreciated his concern all the same, and then was doubly moved by Pasi's consideration for his credit card.

'I do not know your situation, but will try to work with you.'

He stared at the list, and all of the red sharpie. Three hundred and fifty dollars? Is that all? Dorian had been preparing himself to pay for a whole new laptop. He knew, because he had just splurged on a Macbook of his very own, that those did not come cheap at all. He stared.

"You are a surprising person," Dorian said, sounding awed. He was smiling shyly. Holding the price quote in front of him with both hands. "You said that you would beat me if I did not do as you said. You brought me here. But you have given me a shirt," Dorian brushed the superman logo with his fingertips, "And this amount- are you sure it is enough? I do not know what to think of you."

He was interested now. Peering as curiously at Pasi as he had the things in his apartment. From them, and from watching Pasi fix his laptop, Dorian had learned that Pasi was good with his hands. That he was innovative. That he was neat. That he was possibly pursuing a degree in engineering or physics or math. He had an inexplicable urge to tell Pasi that he had studied English, but pulled back when Pasi grit his teeth at his phone.

Something has upset him. Was it me?

The swooping of nerves in Dorian's stomach was instant. He quieted. Pinched the edge of Pasi's price quote between his thumb and forefinger and dragged it between them. Over and over. Just to feel the paper. To focus on anything other than the sudden frustration radiating from Pasi.

I've talked too much.

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PostPosted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 7:41 pm


Three hundred and fifty for parts, his labour costs would go on top of that, but it really wasn't that bad, all things considered. Certainly the cost wouldn't compare to that of a new Macbook, but most people (who wouldn't know what such things cost) would have winced at the part list, cheap as it really was.

And there was Dorian saying he was a surprising person, which made his brows raise even as he was fussing with his phone. Really, nothing that Dorian said was inaccurate - he had in fact threatened him, carried him off, and then threatened violence if he tried to fight back. Pasi was also not extorting him for copious amounts of cash and was treating him fairly - for the most part. It would seem weird, wouldn't it?

"Doesn't count labour, but ja. I am not trying to fleece you. Enough to cover the cost is all I need." Still agitated, the Finn was doing his best to modulate his tone and temper - it wasn't entirely his fault he was being a terrible c**k-block and that Pasi was going to miss out on Archer time.

Pasi sighed and ran one hand over his face, trying to return to a less aggressive attitude since he had clearly caused Dorian to clam up again from discomfiture. "Do not worry, the phone only had annoying news. Nothing you have caused." See? He even tried to smile, though making Americans feel more at ease was not a skill-set that came easily.

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PostPosted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 3:54 pm


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'Do not worry.'

Pasi may as well have told Dorian to quit breathing. His thought process was swift and imprecise-- paranoid conclusion after paranoid conclusion piling onto one another. First, he was certain that he'd done something to upset Pasi. How he'd managed that was beyond Dorian, who rushed through his memory; replaying every thing that he had done and said since meeting Pasi before Pasi could force his smile.

But then Pasi was smiling -if only a little- and saying that it was the phone that upset him.

Dorian stared. Face blank. He pressed his fingers to his lips and then nodded. It made sense- what Pasi said. I did not spill any juice. I touched nothing that he did not throw at me. I did not cause this.

He was sorry for whatever had, and embarassed by his own transparency.

I am easy to read. Like a trashy book. He wondered what troubled Pasi. Wasn't sure whether he should feel more for the man who stood in front of him, or the person that sat on the other end of the text message. Pasi did not seem the sort to reap grievances without sowing some of his own.

"Well, thank you," Dorian pushed a lightness into his voice, "for not trying to 'fleece' me."

He made airquotes with his fingers, and then started to flush- concerned that his attempt at humour was misplaced. Dorian was not as sassy as he was playful, but he'd forgotten that Pasi was not his friend. It was confusing. To be dragged off and threatened, and then to be given a shirt and something to drink, and Dorian had every faith that he would be allowed to leave once he'd paid. He puzzled over the mystery of the Finn.

"Do I pay for your labour now, or later?"

Better not to ask what was in the text message. It wasn't any of his business.
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