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eu: *imediatamente passa a tarde delu jogando the sims * uh

eu n morri (ainda)

eu acho que to em semi-hiatus tho?

sorry

       Never let it be said Cecil Bishop is a responsible adult because, clearly, he is not. He knows binging works isn’t a normal thing people do but, really, when has Cecil ever considered himself to be just like other people? It’s very unhealthy and recurring enough to be called a habit, but he can’t help himself most times- when he focuses on something  important it’s almost impossible to make him let go of it. Which led him to his current sleep-deprived, extremely tired state. If it hadn’t been for Bernard bodily dragging him out of his workshop he would have probably passed out there at some point. 

       He doesn’t really remembered how he ended up on the couch with Daniel, but he has no complaints about it whatsoever. The blanket’s warm, the movie, though he’s not realy paying attention to it, makes for great white noise and the company’s... well, in his own admitance, very comfy. It should worry him more that he has a blank spot in his memory but at the moment he could not care less. That is a problem for Future Cecil to deal with. Present Cecil is very much content just like this, thank you very much.

     “ Hmm? Yes? I... think so? You are rather comfortable... “ Not what he meant, exactly. What he did mean was he was much more comfortable sleeping cuddled next to Daniel than alone on his own bed. Which was something he probably would’ve blurted out, damned be his luck, wasn’t for the fact it required so many words in succession. He burries his nose into the fabric Daniel’s shirt instead and cuddles even more into the embrance in an almost childish way.

  ❝ Well, I can tell him myself, just don’t want to right now. ❞  The woman shakes her head with a chuckle before picking up her cup to take a sip.  ❝ Thank you, I will let you know, but I’m fine for now… The others seem like a –uh– fairly lively bunch. ❞ And while she has no idea of what was going on Eleni can see the clumsy attempts at putting up a cross somewhere.  It makes her wonder just what sort of things these people were usually up to.

  But she does perk up at his question and visible interest, before gesturing to the chair in front of her as if telling the other to sit down.

  ❝ A spirit familiar, you know? ❞ The Greek repeats herself while keeping both hands around her cup to warm them slightly.  ❝ You know, companions to wizards and witches and people who practice magic or another sort of occult art? ❞    

       ❛ Alright then. I’ll keep it a secret ‘till then. ❜ It’s a little dumb, really, and it’s not like the thing will listen anyway- he’s not really sure if it understands words at all.  ❛ They are- just usually not this distracted. Don’t know what’s gotten into them lately... ❜ He shakes his head as if in disapproval, but the sigh that escapes him is through the fond smile of a not-father-figure. What a dad.

     ❛ I- not really, no. Can’t say I’m, ah, familiar with the term. Pardon the pun. ❜ It’s the stupidest joke and to his credit he does his best to contain the laughter. He does hesitantly accept the seat across from her, the shop is mostly empty after all, and there’s this shine in his eyes at the possibility of learnign more about a different kind of magic. He’d read and heard of Grey’s other forms of magic, but never really had the chance to see it for himself. Sure, she might be bullshitting him but stilll... he had a good feeling about this. 

       To say Cecil was surprised to see the unfamiliar man standing in front of him was an understatement. They usually didn’t get unannounced visists at the labs unless it was a higher up ( which usually meant Lori ) or lost interns that were promptly scooted away, and even then those didn’t ever make it past the elevator most times. No, this man was obviously not an intern. By a long shot. Yes. Clearly. Was he staring? Oh, boy.

       He takes the ( surprisingly warm despite the low temperatures here ) offered hand after a few moments of anxious silence, making an effort to meet the man’s eyes for at least a little bit. He pointedly doesn’t look in Bernard’s direction all the while, as if trying to avoid drawing any and all attention to the AI as he possibly could.

  ❝ The day the King piece does a somersault then I will be impressed. ❞ Eleni is aware of what she saw, although the low odds to find another magic shop besides her own are what made the situation absurd in her eyes. Well, it is still early to tell, maybe he had just found an enchanted chess set? Regardless the redhead gives the other a knowing smile, before thanking the other for bringing her tea.

  ❝ If I had an old spirit familiar with a fondness for wizard’s chess he’d probably be in love with the set… ❞  

       ❛ I’ll let him know you said that. ❜ The conspiratory wink is usually reserved for tourists who just so happen to noitice something strange, but he’ll make an exception this time. ❛ Let me know if you need anything else.  It seems my employees are- hm, preocupied with something else at the moment. ❜ Well, that’s a way of saying the usual server is possibly spiking another customer’s tart with garlic. Again. While the other one is attempting to hang up a cross somewhere in his peripheral vision. Again.

      ❛ A what now? ❜ His expression goes from surprised to curious to interest so fast it almost gives him whiplash, but he does try to tone this excitement down to acceptable levels. 

ESSA FUI EU TENTANDO ASSISTIR MO DAO ZU SHI IHDAIUDHUAHDIA! Alguém tinha me mandado o link do novo ep de Stephen Universe legendado, mas acho que perdi, ai pera…!

//mano eu mó tranquilasse colocando o episódio pra rodar e mE VEM PROPAGANDA DO BRAZZERS WHAT TH E FU

❛ real fucking sweet. i mean, if one of your guys caught me messing with your dead body, i’d probably become a body too. ❜ he snorted, though what they were talking about was kind of dark- of course Daniel would always talk of it as a joke. he shrugged afterwards, going back to the kitchen to damp a small cloth, returning to the man in his living room. instead of lifting the scientist’s face this time, Daniel crouched down, supporting his weight in one knee that laid on the ground. he gently took the paper ball in his hand once more, throwing it in the trash not far from them, and used his spare hand to hold the smaller man’s face, while the one with the damp cloth in it lightly cleaned the remaining blood around his nose - a bit of it had ran down to Cecil’s top lip, and Dan made sure to be even gentler around the area. thank god his mask also covered his eyes - because he was definitely staring.

❛ ‘course i worry, i don’t like where you work. especially since you couldn’t keep your handsies in control and made a damn illegal bot. ❜ though there was obviously some concern in his voice, it was still very clearly adoring. he liked Bernard just as much as he liked Cecil- they were both so goofy. Daniel probably shouldn’t have messed around the AI’s code and programs to begin with, otherwise, he wouldn’t need to worry about keeping it a secret. but of course, he couldn’t lie to himself that he didn’t find the AI extremely interesting. the possibilities were endless, now that he knew it was viable to create a real Artificial Intelligence - but he wouldn’t dare mess with Bernard. except for their harmless hacking fights and occasional messages, of course. and he simply sat down on the ground in front of Cecil, now a lot taller than him, since he was on the sofa. ❛ is there anything going on? guess you wouldn’t be on edge if there wasn’t, but. doesn’t hurt to ask. don’t want to shove my nose around Iron Man’s files to discover it if you’re not willing to talk ‘bout it, too. ❜

     ❛ P-please don’t, then. ❜ He huffs a little, a frown now in place on his face as he watches Dan disappear into the kitchen. He jokes about it but it is a real, extremely dangerous possibility- Medusa going after Daniel, if they knew of his involvement with Cecil. As naive as he can be, he doesn’t trust the organization as far as he can throw them. And Cecil isn’t a very strong man at all. And they got a very big building, too.

      ❛ I know- but they- they’re what I get. I’m- I’m doing good work here, even if I don’t really trust their methods to be the most, uh, ethic. Better than the government, at least. ❜ Slightly true. Still. ❛ A-and that wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know it would... actually work...” He’s mumbling now and he knows it. Yes Cecil, it absolutelly is your fault. If you didn’t think it’d work, then why would you have years of your life trying in the first place? See. Checkmate.

      ❛ That’s a lie! I’m- well I’m usually on edge about everything... ❜ Which is not an easy admittance but one he’ll concede. But that’s not what he should be saying is it? He reminds himself once again that he can tell Dan. He trusts him, after all. He really does. He’s not used to the fact that he does.   ❛ I- I’m not sure. We might have a, ah... a situation. ❜ He doesn’t look at Dan when he says it, hands weaving together in a tight grip. He does laugh at the joke, but it’s more contained than usual. ❛ It’s, uhm, Lori? The scary lady from the higher-ups office I talked about? She’s extremely clever it seems and, well, you see she might havefoundoutaboutbernardandIdon’tknowwhattodo. ❜ 

“ Ué, mas tem gente que toma café só pelo prazer de tomar café. ” Ela inclusa, mas já era desnecessário o dizer, dado o tanto da bebida em questão que lhe fora servido. O tom remanescia divertido e amigável, ainda que as palavras não fossem exatamente as mais educadas, ambas as mãos segurando a xícara apoiados sobre os cotovelos sobre a mesa. Os olhos cerúleos não pareciam desviar do outro por um instante sequer antes da moça responder; “ Mas pra alguém com resistência a cafeina, conseguir morrer de overdose é uma puta duma proeza, não acha, não? ” Foi pronunciando com o copo à altura da boca. “ Eu ia sugerir adicionar um RedBull ou Monster e uma vodka ——— quer dizer, se você quiser se manter ligado no 220 pra melhorar a eficiência, aí… Experiência própria. ”

        ❛ Eu f-faço isso quando tomo um bom café mas- hm, eu não sou muito bom fazendo sozinho. E o da máquina não é lá essas coisas… ❜ Ele dá de ombros, mas faz uma careta ao pensar na última vez em que tentara passar um café para si mesmo. Até Bernard, que não tinha papilas gustativas, era muito melhor que ele. Na verdade, pedir a ele até que aquela não era uma má ideia… Ele se deixa levar pelo pensamento por um instante até que ela fala novamente e sua atenção volta para a companhia. ❛ Olha, se eu me conheço bem diria que é bem possível… o que é meeeio preocupante, na verdade. ❜ Ele dá de ombros novamente e dá mais uma bicada em seu café. Não chegaria a esse ponto. ❛ Oh wow- e-eu acho que estou bem, obrigado. Eu sei o que eu disse mas prefiro não ir parar no hospital. ❜

     ❛  Não exatamente a frase que eu usaria mas- ❜ O som ressonante de uma bala atingindo o concreto não muito longe de onde eles se abaixaram para cobertura tem um timing quase perfeito para sua pausa dramática e ele dá de ombros. ❛ Assez bien.❜

Ele espera um pouco pelo lado para dar uma olhada em seus perseguidores, que ainda estavam um tanto longe. Eles sabiam onde os dois estavam, não era como se fosse entregar sua posição então ele olha bem rapidamente- não se parecem com gente que estaria querendo seu couro, mas as aparências enganam.

Ele olha de canto para o rapaz ao seu lado, considerando-o por um momento. Ele parecia normal o suficiente, mas dava pra saber que algo tinha quando ele também saíra em disparada de maneira bastante profissional ao perceber a perseguição. Ele não está chamando reforços nem nada então Remi assume que policial não é. Interessante

     ❛ Então… esses são seus ou meus? ❜

eu, chego em casa: nossa né que tal passar uma semana não fazendo o que tu precisa fazer

acabou que voltamos pra casa ontem, mas tava tão cansade que passei hoje dormindo lmao 

anyway, voltei!