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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 4:41:58 GMT
The coffee was hot in his hand, just barely kept from burning his skin by the thin sleeve it wore. It was a nuisance to carry precariously between his hands, trading off when one or more of his fingers started feeling too raw. In retrospect, it was probably a really stupid decision to buy a coffee on a mildly chilly day. It was never cold in Nova for long, and by mid-afternoon the cold winds had blown away and all that remained was the sweltering sun.
Arlo frowned as he exited the tiny cafe, contemplating his wasted purchase and how he might get rid of it, when his hand collided with someone's chest, and the coffee went falling out of the cup and onto said person's shirt. Arlo just barely missed getting a large amount on his shoes, but they were still somewhat coated in the stuff. He swore and looked at the person whose day he'd surely ruined. "Crap, dude, I'm sorry—" The last thing that he needed was a yelling fit in the middle of the sidewalk.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 14:28:49 GMT
It was half past two in the afternoon.
Vivien's shift was supposed to begin at quarter past, therefore he was late. Lateness irritated him in a way it didn't used to be. This irritation would no doubt lead to some excuse to cut his wages, meaning he'd have to wait even longer for that new console he wanted to get.
Thus, he was rushing, which was another thing that was uncharacteristic of him, when he bumped into some brown haired fool looking for a death wish. The coffee spluttered all over his new, clean, white shirt. It was then did Vivien stop, survey the damage, all whilst wincing at the shirt he was flapping up and down.
"Tsk." Was all he said with a groan. His workplace was right behind him now, and surely his manager would be watching. So he slid off his thin jacket and peeled off his shirt, ignoring the curious glances from onlookers.
Now holding onto a crumpled shirt, Vivien turned to look at the stranger. Well, at least he didn't run away just yet.
"Huh, you haven't run away yet. Well then, are you gonna pay for it?" Vivien narrowed his eyes, hoping his manager would spare him the paycut, and that if it did happen, this guy could compensate him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 0:05:45 GMT
Arlo braced himself for angry shouts and accusations, but when he was met with a simple click of the tongue, he lowered his defenses somewhat. Still, he half expected the guy to toss his dirty shirt at him, considering the look on his face and how he was taking it off.
He looked questioningly at the blonde—pay for it? "Like, buy you a new shirt?" He asked in as little of a disbelieving tone as possible. If that was all the guy wanted, he could probably get out of this pretty easy. "Because there's a place that's a couple blocks from here. If that's what you're asking." He let himself sound just the tiniest bit sarcastic, if only out of early relief. He was probably getting ahead of himself, though. Way, way, ahead of himself.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 0:19:19 GMT
Vivien nodded, once, twice, with the slight narrowing of his eyes just to show the other guy how he was being belittled. He promptly slid his jacket back on, and stared at his bare chest. No burns. Didn't mean he was gonna let him get away with it though.
"So... you're sayin' you want to come with me and buy me a new shirt, not give me compensation and money for a new shirt? Wow, people sure have a lot of time to waste these days." Vivien shook his head disapprovingly, his shirt crumpled like an old dishcloth in his hand.
"You've just gave me pretty nasty burns, you know." Vivien pressed his lips together, unamused.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 7:03:50 GMT
Arlo scoffed, slightly miffed at the guy’s attitude. Right, like a situation like this was gonna actually turn out okay. He was surprised at himself for being optimistic about it in the first place.
"Actually, no. I’d rather just give you the cash to go buy a new shirt." He wasn’t exactly in a hurry, but he wasn’t gonna say that out loud. Nobody had that much time to waste, anyways.
He onced over the guy’s torso—or what little of it he could see—while trying to make it look as little like he was checking him out as possible. He didn’t see any burns. "Then you must have a pretty high pain tolerance, ‘cuz you don’t look like you’re… y’know, in pain."
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