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Thread Contributor: Christian VerglasEasy as Peach Pie
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Another day of work. For most people, Mondays were absolute hell. Christian had no real love for Mondays; Mondays were work, and they were rough, because the weekends weren’t nearly as long as they needed to be, but they weren’t hell, not for Chris. When you enjoyed your job and made good money doing it, Mondays might not be heavenly, but they weren’t all that bad, either. And Christian was damn good at what he did, too. Good enough to work for Lex Luthor.

The new guy at work didn’t hurt his willingness to go in on Monday’s, either.

He hadn’t really had much call to actually talk to said new guy, but bodyguards and assistants often worked together. Just a matter of time.

This Monday was more difficult than most. Bruised ribs made pretty much everything harder than it usually was, and his abdomen was killing him already. By tonight his whole torso would be on fire, but he couldn’t just call in because he’d had a bad Saturday night. He checked in at the lobby, talked to Tammy for a few before depositing a small tupperware from the box he had carried in along with his briefcase on her desk before a small thermos joined it. Belle made the best pie, and Tammy knew it. She always got a piece when he visited Belle.

Cheerful as always, Christian bounced from desk to desk as he climbed through the building. Everyone got a grin, a wave… Everyone. No one noticed that he shifted his weight when he stepped forward with his left foot, relieving the pressure to keep it off that side. And no one noticed that he slipped out of the usual claps on the back and energetic handshakes, which was good. He was sore, and he had a long day at work ahead of him.

And then he saw the new guy. New was relative, really; a month? Yeah, something like that, the guy had been around for about a month, give or take? Safi Wassem. Christian knew a lot of people’s names, but he gave people nicknames anyway. And Safi’s…

”Sophie!” The grin that Chris gave the other, larger, older man was warm and genuine. He walked with a bounce, even if he shifted his weight differently than usual. The small square of plastic that Chris presented to Safi was frosty looking, and had a dark maroon lid on it. And it held a piece of peach pie. Once the man took the tupperware from him, he manifested a thermos as well, ”Take your time with them - I have plenty. It’s peach. The pie, I mean. And sweet tea. It’s the best. Peach is my favorite, and Belle knows it, my sister Belle, and the tea… She’s a genius with food. Really, she is. So…” he gave the man another grin, ”Enjoy!” He shifted the weight of the box in his arms, carefully keeping it on his right side to avoid the bruised ribs and skin on the left, before he turned to head to his office.
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‘Sophie!’

Oh god give him the strength, the bouncy man was back.

Safi had only been full time at Lex corp for a month, two weeks of training, three days of OSHA and HR briefings when he'd finally escaped the last round of ‘American corporate structure for the strange foreigner’ (god help him, Israel wasn't Guam, he knew how not to sexually harass someone! Or you know how to if they were into him.) for the last week and a he'd been placed in the roving pool of security/bodyguards not currently guarding the primary.

He hadn't meant to cultivate such a serious demeanor, but damn if the tiny bouncy man didn't just get his hackles up, Safi could feel his expression solidify, arms crossing over his chest. His ‘bodyguard chic’ black on black suit stretching across his chest. “-” he'd been about to attempt to correct the man when he was suddenly presented with..pie? The fucking hell?

It was an effort not to crack a quizzical eyebrow, before he could muster a response the bouncy man was off again.

...except he wasn't as bouncy was he?

A dark frown escaped him as he watched the bouncy man limp (not obviously but this was his job to notice.) the fact that he was trying to hide it…

Setting the thermos and pie down on a vacant desk Safi strode after him, fingers wrapping around the small mans arm, dragging him into the supply closet. “You don't work out-” he growled scowling, “you're hurt and not from sparing.” Safi crossed his arms. “Boyfriend trouble?”
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He hadn’t actually meant to give the man a feminine nickname. He really, really hadn’t; but the guy was intimidating...and handsome. And Chris had just said the first thing that popped into his head.

And then he’d given the guy the biggest grin, because yeah, it was a really stupid nickname, but it was hilarious, too, right? Sort of. A little bit. Still, whenever he saw the guy, that’s what popped into his head. Sophie. The girl’s name. Every damn time now.

The thing was, Christian was quite well aware that the man didn’t like him. Oh, it didn’t show, and he knew that, too. In fact, he was pretty sure that everyone thought that he was completely oblivious to the fact that Safi grimaced when he walked into the room, let alone when he approached him. But Chris had brought a piece of peach pie for him, anyway, because… Well, because he called the guy by a girl’s name, and because he was… Chris felt bad that he upset him. How weird was that? And so he bounced right over to Safi and offered him a piece of his absolutely favorite pie. The only piece he’d brought for another person, because Belle had only made him the one, and, well, Chris was damn greedy when it came to Belle’s peach pie.

He noticed that Tammy and Claire and Danny all looked over when he told Safi what sort of pie he had brought him. He noticed, and gave no reaction.

And it was soooo much easier to turn and take off again before the larger man could be all disapproving toward him. Again.

The feeling of fingers clamping down on his arm had Chris jerking away roughly with a strangled yelp. Being dragged into a closet was.. Well, that was new. People just didn’t drag you into closets at Lexcorp, ”We turning into Gotham here? Because let me tell you, Gotham is not something to aspire to…” Christian’s jaw set as Safi growled at him, and even though he shrank back, shifting to put his good side forward (bruised ribs were so, so, so much better than broken ones!) to protect himself, he stood his ground, brown eyes watching Safi carefully, ”I do so work out. You haven’t had the pie. You really should wait till you’ve tried--”

The question, the assumption that he had a boyfriend, that he had an abusive boyfriend was just… ”I know,” he kept his voice supremely cheerful, grinning up at the other man, ”That it’s terribly hard to believe, I know, I know, but I’m actually single. Shocking? Yes, of course it is.” there was a dry note in the otherwise light tone, ”Why would you even ask that?”
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“Gotham?” Why was he babbling about that grey hell? Safi was struck again by the urge to shake him to sense, oddly it was an affectionate thought.

The bouncy little man was probably not as racist as he came off, “you don't workout to cause-” experienced eyes assessed him, “bruised ribs. You're acting like a man used to being hit for no reason, presenting your unhurt side for me to attack-” his assessment was brutally to the point. Because under his unchanging expression Safi was pissed, not only was the guy getting beaten on the regular, but he expected that Safi would hurt him.

And that stung.

He'd might have done some not nice things during his service but he never hurt the helpless.

“Who is hurting you-” his nose twitched, wondering if his sudden suspicion was on the mark. “Is it one of the security guys here?” If anything his scowl deepened, if that was the case he'd have a little after hours ‘talk’ with the offender. He might not have rank on all these Yahoos but Safi would bet on himself for hand to hand based on what he'd seen so far.
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”Gotham,” Christian nodded, ”It’s not a very nice place, you know… Much easier to imagine being yanked somewhere small and dark by someone twice your size in Gotham than in Central City. Or any Lexcorp building.” He made sense, he really did, in his head. But sometimes what was in his head didn’t always make it out of his mouth so well. Thus the silly girl’s nickname. But come on, everyone knew that his sister lived in Gotham, and he’d presented Safi with pie that his sister had made… The math was really, really simple here!

”I’ve found that working out is enjoyable for the health benefits…” The human body was an incredible thing, really. Fit and toned and well muscled, you could take far more hits and beatings and walk away from them than if you were pudgy. Safi was an unknown. And he didn’t like Chris, and Chris knew that. And really, right up until the moment where the bigger man had dragged him by force into a...broom closet? Christian had never really considered the guy someone to be worried about like this. But he had learned growing up that people who took you into small dark spaces were people you really should find a way away from, and quickly. Because there were so many things to hit his head on in here…

Those were the worst ones. Broken ribs came in second. And then broken legs. But headers, those were the worst, because damn it, Christian needed his head to be clear to do all of his favorite things.

Safi called him out on his ribs, and Chris flinched. Oh, it was bad if he knew. Bad bad. Chris was already a fairly small man, and he made himself smaller, and who cared if his side ached and protested, ”I’m fine.” his voice was terse, nothing like the cheerful tone that he always used at work.

What the… ”What the hell are you talking about?” Chris blinked at Safi, shaking his head, ”No one here would do that! Jesus, man…” He stiffened, looking Safi in the eye, his gaze daring Safi to look away, shaking just a little as the tension caused his side to protest louder. Oh, he was going to die well before he made it home at this rate... ”I went to Gotham this weekend. To visit my sister. The pie? You remember? She makes pie for me to bring to people for work… And the guy…” he looked down, away from judgment, ”Gotham is crazy… The guy forgot to demand my wallet and just moved on to the whole ‘hit till I get what I want’ phase of mugging. And hey, I’m not stupid, ok? I’d have given him my wallet..."
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Safi reached an arm out bracketing the little man-

and flicked on the light. “Not dark anymore.” Who said he didn't have a sense of humor. Of course you couldn't tell it from the bland delivery or his expression.
...as a matter of fact it would be fairly easily assumed that he was an incredibly literal man.

The tiny man’s little flinches at Safi’s direct questioning made him feel like an ass, good thing he had someone else to blame for that too.

“You got beaten. In Gotham. Visiting your sister...for..pie?” Alright he really did grasp that it was more complex than that, seeing family and such. But really the way he presented the information was...unique.

Lord help him if he ever had to debrief the guy.

Rubbing his eyebrow with a knuckle Safi just shook his head, “Alright. Fine. Sorry for assuming otherwise. You saw a doc in Gotham? You wrapped? Need to keep an eye on, might pass out on us and HR made if very clear that-” the arty geeks - “You PA types aren't suppose to get hurt. Even if it was after hours.”

Safi cocked his head, “you taking any defense classes?”
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Okay. This whole being dragged into a damn closet by a somewhat frightening, very handsome man who had zero regard for personal space thing was just weird.

Sexy... Well would have been but for the fact that Chris wade actually sort of scared just now. Safi reached out, and Chris braced himself, because damn. yeah, he already hurt, and Belle was going to worry if he got roughed up at work on top of everything. But the bigger guy just turned the light on. Not dark anymore? Seriously? "Is that what we're doing now?" The words, sarcastic and sharp, left his mouth before he could stop himself. Well shit. Smart, Chris. Let's piss the guy off…

Being called out for his injuries was downright terrifying. He was good at hiding it. Really good. No one ever noticed it when it happened (which wasn't that often, he knew how to keep his mouth closed!) not before today. Safi's disbeliefs disbelief about his injuries earned a chuckle from Chris. "Well, the guy didn't want the pie." with a sign that hurt, chris shrugged, "I go to visit my sister sometimes. Just to see her, because it's nice to. See her. She makes great pie - it's a God given gift, I swear. So when I come home, she sends me home with pie. I bring it in.” The smile he gave Safi was just a touch shy. "Anyway... I was... Accosted... During my trip this weekend. He wasn't the most efficient criminal. Usually they ask for your wallet before they hit you. This guy went straight to the punching part." He shrugged, dismissing the whole thing.

“So now you know all about my very personal injury that isn't really your concern because it didn’t…” Chris cut off before he said "happen at work' because the statement Safi gave was too much a surprise. "I'm fine. Really. Not my first rodeo." Bolling his eyes, he turned a frown at the bodyguard, "HR expects you to... What? Follow us around in our off hours? Please.”

PA types. He heard the derision. The dismissal. "Thanks for your concern. I know how important it is for you bodyguard types to make sure your job is done." A little bit defensive, maybe, but damn if chris was going to let the insult go.

Wait, self defense lessons?? Did he just ask… “…The hell?!” Christian flushed, partly in embarrassment, and partly in ire, and all the way flustered now, “Why would you even ask that? I’m a PA type, remember? Fighting isn’t my thing. …Get mugged one time in Gotham…"
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Safi had wanted a private conversation...and hell it wasn’t like the guy was duct taped to a chair; for cripes sakes the worst thing in here was the line of industrial staplers above him.

...which ok considering the damn things were as long as his forearm and could bludgeon a man to death he could see them being intimidating.

Him though? He was a kitten! Attempting to show concern for a co-worker and being accused of being ‘scary’ heh, little bouncy man had no idea how scary he could be. This was an actual attempt at being nice!

Which was not working like he planned.

If he had a plan.

Which he really hadn’t beyond ‘find out who is hurting the little man’ and ‘hurt them back’.

“You were complaining it was dark.” he deadpanned in the face of the other man's sarcastic babble. Listening to his extended, dragged out explanation filled him with the urge to rub his face with his hand, jesus this guy could talk.

It was really kinda adorable.

“How impolite.” It seemed to be a pattern now that were he would normally smirk to show he was joking instead his face refused to obey. Leaving him probably looking like the most literal son of a bitch on the planet.

“You clearly have not read your employment contract.” Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth as he left the quip there, face impassive as to if he really was joking or not. He noticed that the little man hadn’t answer the ‘treatment’ question which gave him the funny feeling that if he pull up that immaculate (if insane) outfit he’d find some poorly taped bandages at best.

God he really did want to mess up that trainwreck of fashion...for more than simply aesthetic reasons.

“You are going to be visiting your sister more often? Your sister who lives in Gotham? Gotham the city that loves to make sure tourist don't get a chance to visit twice? You need a damn escort or know how to do more than take a punch.” Ok he was starting to get a little personal...but damn it the fussy man was...well he didn’t like seeing anyone flinch like that and a happy guy like this shouldn’t have to deal with bruised ribs or worse.
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So, this was happening.

It took Chris a few moments to actually put that together. That this was a thing that was actually happening to him. On a Monday (which was definitely not his best day) after he had been roughed up in Gotham and… ”Someone is going to steal your pie, you know.” It was dumb, possibly the dumbest thing he’d ever said. No, not possibly. Definitely. Definitely the dumbest thing that had ever left his lips. But it was peach pie, because… Well because he called the man by a girl’s name, and he was handsome, and Chris knew he didn’t like him, and…

And yep. This was totally happening.

What had he done to deserve this? ...Recently... What had he done recently to deserve this level of humiliation? ”Well, it was dark… You yanked me into a dark closet…” Which wasn’t honestly any better with the lights on, come to think of it. Jaw working, Chris tried to add something, anything, that wasn’t basically a plea to be allowed to run away, because he was equal parts terrified out of his mind and wanting to find a quiet corner to hide in and make his phone calls, because he was supposed to be calling donors from the charity gala today, and also perfectly happy to stay right here because…

He was at work.

Maybe making Jonah into an attack roomba wasn’t so bad an idea… No, it was an absolutely terrible idea! What was he thinking! He wasn’t thinking! ”Yes, it was! Because if he’d asked I’d have given him what he wanted, no hitting necessary! Because I can cancel credit cards and get new id’s, but bruised ribs fucking hurt, so yeah, would have been more productive and less painful. For both of us.” Because he’d had a hero come and save him. And yep, that was a thing, too.

His… Employment contract? ”I read it before I signed it. Nothing in there saying I had to let someone follow me around. Also didn’t mention being pulled into closets upon arriving at work. Two for two, there, Sophie.” the nickname slipped out; Chris was in panicked babble mode, and when he thought of this man, it was Sophie. He knew his name, but… But that didn’t mean it was easy to set aside the nickname; he called everyone by nicknames, but Safi didn’t like him, and Chris was pretty damn sure he didn’t like the nickname, and… He swallowed hard, ”Uh…”

And the guy was asking about his sister. Oh, well… ”She’s my sister. I see her as often as I can… And she can’t really come here - money things, Gotham is expensive, which is stupid, considering the fact that it’s the unfriendliest city on the damn planet, but, you know, the heroes are really pretty nice…” He shifted, forcing himself not to wince, not meeting Safi’s eyes.
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There it was again.

The nickname.

Honestly he didn’t mind nicknames, but he didn't know this guy at all beyond now that he babbled, bounced, and got his ass kicked on the regular enough to know how to try and manipulate an attacker into going for his strong side.

He really didn’t mean for his mouth to tighten into a deeper frown at the name, hell he didn’t know if the guy really meant to be as racist as he sounded intentionally mispronouncing his name to an ‘american’ one. Hell he wouldn’t even care that it was a girls name! IF HE KNEW THE GUY AT ALL.

..Who also didn’t understand the concept of rhetorical leading questions.

He really had no one but himself to blame: “Have. You. Seen. A. Doctor.” he bit out each word, making sure to pause between each to make sure the little pixy didn’t go off on another tangent to divert him. God this guy would break most interrogators.

He wasn’t going to get pulled into a discussion of vigilantism vs law enforcement, he really really wasn’t going to get sucked down the rabbit hole of the nearly hypnotic babble.
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Everyone had a ‘Christian’ nickname. Tammy was Tams, George was Gigi… Okay, not everyone. Mr. Luthor would forever be Mr. Luthor, and Miss Mercy would always be Miss Mercy. Because there were some people that held your job and everything you had in their hands, and you didn’t want them dropping all of it. Yeah there was that. But everyone else? Nicknames. Affectionate nicknames, if sometimes a bit… Less than obvious.

The frown, however, drained the color from Chris’ face. He had regretted using the nickname the moment it left his lips, truth be told, because he knew, he knew, the guy didn’t like it. And yet, his stupid brain wouldn’t let him use the guy’s actual name. Why? Who the hell knew? Maybe he liked pain… Nope, that was definitely not it. But yeah, he was probably going to get the rest of his ribs bruised in a closet at LexCorp by a guy who just wanted to not be called a girl’s name. Because… Yeah, that was a thing!

Leaning away, and oh god did that hurt, it fucking hurt, Chris winced visibly as Safi snapped at him about seeing a doctor. It wasn’t his fault… He went just a little bit fuzzy, ”Uh… Not exactly?” If Safi did look, Christian had done a damn good job patching himself up and wrapping his ribs; wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last, and he hadn’t always had LexCorp health insurance. And he didn’t like people knowing when he’d gotten the snot beat out of him, either. They weren’t broken, he knew what that felt like from experience… ”It’s not that bad… I mean, broken, sure, go to the doctor, but there’s not much they can do for this that I can’t…” He was whispering now, his voice small because… How the hell was he supposed to be acting here? He didn’t even have a frame of goddamned reference for this!

And then his eyes went wide, ”Don’t tell Miss Mercy… Please…” they’d send him home, and he couldn’t afford that.. There was way too much to do today to go home, and… His jaw worked, ”I’ll bring you a whole pie… Even the peach, just don’t say anything to anyone…” Not only would that be humiliating, but it would just be bad. No one needed to think he wasn’t able to take a weekend off without getting hurt… Or think him just...fragile… ”I’m fine, really I am.”
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He wasn't SNAPPING!! Safi was just trying to get a straight damn answer from this tiny dressed maniac that didn't involve ‘pie’, stories about his sister, or a soliloquy on the rudeness of Gotham thugs!!

“It is very hard to tell a hairline from bad bruising.” And he really didn't want to know often this kid was beat on that he thought he could self diagnose.

Ahh fuck. He was scaring the little guy. Which was...not his point at all damn it!

“You might have been able to pick up some nice muscle relaxers if you had gone.” Safi took an intentional step back giving the kid some breathing room.

...metaphorically. Cuz sure as shit he wasn't breathing easy with bruised ribs.

“I'm not gonna black mail you for damn pie.” He growled out, insulted that he was being cast as the villain, he was trying to be NICE damn it!

“Don't even like peach.” He muttered under his breath, before wincing expecting a tirade to now deluge him that he'd insulted the little man's sisters home baking.

“Just..look take it easy ok? I don't wanna see you keeling over under a stack of…” safi groped for a word. “Curtains or something.” Yeah he was a little vague on what his actual job was. All he'd seen was running around occasionally buried under piles of fabric.
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Well excuse him for being a snappy dresser and loving his sister, her pie, and being polite!

The look that Chris gave Safi was one of utter and complete dismissal, ”I’ve had hairline fractures. There’s not a lot they can do except for painkillers, which would make it pretty hard to come into work anyway, and wrapping them. Which I can do myself. Because I have done it myself. I know what broken ribs feel like, and I know what bruised ones feel like. Bruised, and honestly? Not the worst I’ve had.” This? He could deal with this. Bruised ribs hurt but there were worse things.

Scaring was relative. Christian wasn’t scared; he’d been scared when he’d mouthed off to the biker guys with The Artemis standing next to him, bow in hand. Right now, alone in a closet with a guy twice his size? Chris was terrified. Not quite wet your pants, but if Safi kept it up, well, they might get there. Especially seeing that Chris appeared to be unable to put a lid on his mouth. But Safi didn’t keep it up, didn’t keep pressing him, instead, the man took a step back, and Christian shifted, not relaxing, but it was just a little less frightening.

He growled about not blackmailing him for pie, and Christian’s eyes narrowed, his shoulders setting, his back straightening, ”Why not? That is some damn good pie, like… The best pie - a gift from God, Belle has! And you--”

Christian blinked at Safi’s statement that he didn’t like peach.

Who the fuck didn’t like peach pie? Made by BELLE!? ”Are you even human?!” Christian took a step forward, ”You don’t even… You can drag me into a closet and scare the shit out of me all you want, but you do NOT fuck with my sister, Sophie! You do NOT. It’s not done!” Chris was all but growling back; he might not have much of a backbone when it came to defending himself, but his sister? Oh, he’d faced down scarier than Mr. Bodyguard for her! ”So you don’t...even… And since you don’t like peach, I’ll take my pie BACK, because it’s my favorite! And she only gave me the one, so I’m sorry to have WASTED it on YOU!”

He was breathing hard by the time he finished yelling, and he had to admit that he had actually been yelling, because he was breathing hard from it… It hurt. Oh, how it hurt. Maybe not broken, but bruised ribs still hurt like a bitch, and here he was, shouting at a guy who could probably make sure that bruised became broken… ”Curtains…” Chris huffed, out of breath but not out of ire it seemed, ”You know… You don’t have to like me, but you don’t have to be so mean…” he waved a hand, ”You people… You think that because you know how to fight and you’re so much bigger that you can just pick on people… I was trying to be nice to you!”
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“Right see you saying things like that doesn’t make me think you are less of a risk.” his comment was nearly lost during the ensuing tirade. “Oh good lord man! Fine I love you sister! I’ll marry the woman! Eat her pie every damn day of my life if you will just-” Safi pinched his fingers together, lips pursed in a ‘shushing’ sound. “Take a damn breath-” he continued in a quieter tone, and before THAT could set the little man off again- “As far as your bruised lungs will allow.” god he almost cracked a smile at that. Better not might scare the insane fashion bunny into complete insensibility vs the simple babble he was dealing with already.

“How am I being mean?” he wondered to himself under his breath as the little man went off again. “I’m trying to make sure-” Safi took a deep breath raising his hands in defeat; “You know what you win. You win all the things. For the love of all the holy…”

Safi backed out of the closet ignoring the looks he was getting from the now thoroughly engaged office; he wasn’t sure how much of that had been overheard but- ah fuck this was not how he wanted to start his week! Or his job!

Shoving the container at the tiny angry, frankly crazy man Safi moved to leave him, leave the floor.

He was going to get himself a damn cup of coffee and pretend that whole escapade hadn’t happened.
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He wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t! He was… Flushed because he was upset. Right, yes, this wasn’t embarrassment or...whatever… And he wasn’t all weirdly pleased to hear that the man might be worried… ”No!” the word came out as a yelp that was immediately followed by the click of his teeth slamming together. His jaw worked for a few moments before he managed to mumble, ”You’re not her type, I just… Don’t insult her pie… She worked hard to make that, so that I could bring some in and share with my fr- co-workers…” He gasped in a deep breath at Safi’s command, and… Yeah, nope, that was a horrible, horrible mistake. But he didn’t stop, he didn’t… ”Yeah, don’t forget that.” the statement had absolutely no force in it, and it was further diluted by the small, almost apologetic smile Chris gave Safi.

Which wasn’t returned even a little bit.

”You-” he cut off, blinking at Safi, at the placating gesture the larger man was making. That… Wasn’t right. That was… ”I… Win?” Christian never won. Not even a little bit… By the time Safi managed to stick the container of pie back into Christian’s hands, angry no longer managed to describe the smaller man even a little. He looked… Dazed, maybe. And his eyes were maybe just the littlest bit watery.

The responses around the office ranged from shocked to bristling to a few who nodded with knowing smiles. Not everyone adored Chris; he was energetic and loud, and that could grate at some people. Of course, he tended to avoid those people… And often brought those extra pie and sweet tea from Belle’s. Chris liked his peace offerings.

Christian didn’t pause. Once Safi had disappeared from view he darted into the elevators and headed toward, not his own office, but rather to one that wasn’t too far from it.

He made it to Safi’s office well before Safi did, and laid out two containers of pie; one blueberry, and one apple - Belle had only made the three kinds for Chris - with two thermoses of the tea. And then he wrote out a quick note, his handwriting neat and fluid even as upset as he was.

I didn’t know which you’d like, since you don’t like peach. And if neither, then tell me what you’d prefer and I’ll bring you some.

I’m sorry.

-Chris


He didn’t bother addressing it. Safi didn’t like his nickname, anyway.
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