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Offline Nix

No Rain On An Indoor Picnic [Nephero!]
« on: July 09, 2017, 09:15:44 pm »
He was fairly certain he had been making an ass of himself on the Pilot Chat and with Atanase specifically. Especially with Atanase. He had been drunk and jealous and just. So so stupid.

Kallixtus really hated Cinna. Well, no. He hated how Cinna flirted with Ata. He felt like the scientist obviously preferred the kulshedra Pilot. After all, no matter what Atanase might say while he was drunk, or when K was, K had been trying to slowly befriend Atanase for a long time and yet Cinna could just barge his way into being friendly with the shy Pilot.

After Chance rejected him, well it hurt a little, and sure he was a bit dejected, but it allowed him to finally move on fully and focus on Atanase. Atanase had been a crush he thought he would give up on without trying, but he just couldn't seem to. He had done his own tarot cards, read his own tea leaves for weeks now. There was nothing he could clearly discern from any of it, no matter how he tried to tell his future. He just wanted some inkling of what he should do. Of course he knew he wasn't relaxed enough to read himself but. He really liked Atanase.

Like he drunkenly messaged the scientist, Ata was hot, smart, nerdy, and so shy and it was just adorable and precious. Atanase was just amazing. He still had a hard time believing a guy like Atanase could ever like him.

And that was the crux of what had him worrying as he made his favorite food for the two of them. His hangover was almost nonexistent at this point, just a bit of a headache. K pulled his hair up into a high big messy bun of thick locks, with the excess hanging down his back and tried not to worry too much about how much Atanase would hate this food. It was definitely not something that most Aedolians had ever eaten. As far as he knew this dish was as close as you could get to mbropi, a popular homestyle sort of comfort food that was a common Jxrigaan meal.
It was one of those things that seemed really complicated to make, but was easy if you knew how.

K made up little containers of the mbropi and took off his apron, fixing up his appearance a bit in his hallway mirror before heading out the door. He was off today, so he was wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a dark green tank top with some sort of tribal design and his trademark necklace. The long chain with the crystal point pendant was always worn when off duty. He had commissioned it for himself when he became commander of the Copperheads. It had their golden emblem on the white crystal point, with little black diamonds as the skull's eyes. There were many knock offs of it sold, he knew that, but this one was really one of a kind, no matter how many tried to duplicate it.

The labs weren't too far from K's apartment, but when he got there he didn't just march his way in. He was off duty and he didn't want to be rude or presumptuous, especially when Atanase could be working on something dangerous, interruptions could cause problems. Instead he messaged his hopefully-still-would-be lunch buddy.

/Hey, is it ok if I come up? I brought lunch. ::D/

Offline nephero

Re: No Rain On An Indoor Picnic [Nephero!]
« Reply #1 on: July 10, 2017, 07:14:19 pm »
It was hard to concentrate on things like secondary injection cycles when all that was on your mind was what had happened the previous night.

Once again, Atanase had failed to check himself, and had forgotten to disable the Pilot Chat before getting utterly shitfaced. Luckily he hadn't been nearly as insufferable as the first time; the first time had been utterly mortifying. For the longest time Atanase had avoided the chat in its entirety, had avoided any kind of contact with anyone outside of his work staff because he really, really did not want to relive the fact that he had told the commander of the Havina Copperheads that he "could, and would, ride him into Walhalla."

Atanase was terrified to be in the same chatroom with K after that. But the alien Pilot had been so polite about it; and that's what Atanase had thought, that K was being polite and was just very casually pretending that Atanase hadn't verbally expressed an interest in fucking like rabbits. And Atanase had been grateful! There had been so much worse ways that could have gone, but K, as always, had been an utter gentleman about the matter. K was just a gentleman in general; diplomatic when necessary, friendly, charming... Atanase's chest gave a little flutter, and he had to look away from the notes he had been trying to write.

And then the second time Atanase had forgotten to turn off Pilot Chat while drunk had rolled around. Which had led him to his current predicament: how to at all concentrate on work when someone like the Copperheads' Commander had insisted on having lunch together? Drunkenly insisted, of course, but still.

The Pilot Noble sighed, threw down his stylus pen, and pushed back from his desk. There was just no getting around it-- nothing was getting done at this rate, maybe he should just--

It was right about then that Atanase's phone went off, and his heart nearly gave out. K.

He opened the message in record time, and had to take a moment to reread it. And then rereread it. Atanase had thought that, maybe in a more sober mindset, K would have come to his senses and brushed everything that happened under the rug. Ata'd almost been expecting it. But there it was, the digital manifestation of all expectations being utterly thrown to the winds.

K was here and had brought lunch. For a moment Ata nearly forgot how to reply, and after several long pauses and chewing at his lip over wording, the scientist had finally decided on something succinct-- interested, of course, but not... terribly overeager. Like some kind of shadowy menace, his mother's voice chimed in his head: never let anyone know you want something, unless you want to lose it.

No. No, stop that. K wasn't like that. This wasn't like that.

/Hey!/

Shit, was an exclamation point too much? Ata panicked for half of a moment, before summarily banishing those looming terrible nagging thoughts again.

/Lunch sounds great. Please, come on up./
« Last Edit: July 12, 2017, 11:18:42 pm by Nix »

Offline Nix

Re: No Rain On An Indoor Picnic [Nephero!]
« Reply #2 on: July 14, 2017, 09:18:34 am »
K couldn't help but grin at the messages that popped up in response. He was really just too cute. The alien hummed happily to himself as he scanned his chip to summon the elevator and messaged the scientist back.

/On my way up! ::D/

It was not the first time he had been up to the labs. He was a representative of Havina, aside from his actual work, knowing (as much as he had clearance for) about what happened in his city was important to him. Well that and he couldn't turn off the information gathering part of his brain that was trained so well for the Copperheads' specialty. Reconnaissance. That was what the Copperheads did so very well. That and recovery. And coordinating all those missions and all their intel was one of their commanders main tasks, when he was not deployed on a mission personally.

Unlike most other squadrons their tactical drills were almost completely run in the wee hours of the morning and their exercise regimens were done solo or in pairs. Most missions were also carried out solo or in pairs, but they still ran simulation drills for complete squadron ones as well. Well when the whole squadron was in Havina. Right now he had members off in Cancerian space, and locating an operative that fell off the radar in the Wastes. It meant little sleep, but it was a good thing that his species could operate on an hour of sleep when needed. Of course if he kept that up then in another two weeks or so he would have to sleep for about 48 hours to make up for it. But the team in the Wastes should be back in a few days. The others would be longer, but Gavrian could take of it too.

Of course the best part of his odd schedule was that it would allow him to have lunch with Pilot Noble Atanase Blackmourne every day if that was ok with the scientist. For K lunch was more like dinner. He was planning on sleeping for an hour or two after this if there were no new developments on the active missions.

He found his heart beating faster as the elevator climbed up to the floor he knew Atanase's lab was on. He had been here before. He had to come give the scientist a hard time after he let the Harpies test the fun new toys. He of course, understood why the Harpies had been chosen to test them. Those weapons better suited their particular style of combat. Heavy artillery, not exactly stealth and precision. Still, he feigned slight then and made his way to confront the scientist who was 'giving all the good toys to the Harpies' instead of Havina's own squad. Of course he hadn't really been serious about that, but that was one of the first time he really met Atanase. Sure he had seen him before, many different times and occasions even, greeted him, been polite and genuine but he had never really spoken to the shy scientist before then. Not truly. And thank all that he had come to 'complain' that day or he may not have realized how cute this nerd was. Cute, gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, interesting, and strange in all the greatest most glorious ways. And to think he had been starting to suppress his feelings for the scientist because he thought the other man was into someone else.

If it hadn't been for the cutest drunk confession ever (though he was shocked at the time), he might have just let Ata float away. K had never been the type to pine after someone he had no shot with. If the center of his affections didn't reciprocate he moved on and hoped they found happiness elsewhere. Though, he was a bit more jealous than he cared to admit when it came to Atanase. He had been trying so hard not to pressure the shy nerd, to take things slow, to be friends first. When that had all been threatened he found himself wanting to fend off the other party and simultaneously pull away. If Ata had told him he had feelings for Cinna, he would have pulled back. But instead Atanase said he wanted to ride K to Wallhalla. Just thinking about that made K smile.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened, signalling that he had arrived on the correct floor and he traced the familiar path to Ata's laboratory, though it all felt so new this time. This was a lunch date. Casual, but no less a date in K's mind. When he reached the door to the lab he knocked. Entering without being told to enter was never something you wanted to do on these floors.

Offline nephero

Re: No Rain On An Indoor Picnic [Nephero!]
« Reply #3 on: July 29, 2017, 09:20:25 am »
Let me tell you a story about a little lab assistant named Sparky.

Sparky was an excitable, young thing who was desperate to prove himself. And for good reason; Sparky came from (very) humble beginnings, and despite the fact that working in R&D was a heavy indicator of his capabilities, his breeding always seemed to precede him in terms of anything social.

R&D was full of highborn scions, gifted with a high level of education from very young, all the better to groom them into the role they would soon fill. Sparky was… self taught. And it showed: he took shortcuts, things worked just because they did, and things like lab protocol were not nearly as second nature to him as they were to his co-workers.

Poor, doomed Sparky.

He'd only earned the nickname postmortem, of course. And the new rule followed that all tests of the man portable Tesla cannon were to be performed in a specially designated rubber room that did not have multiple doors that could burst open at any minute.

And, most importantly of all, people learned to fucking knock.

Atanase looked up at the sound, saw K through the narrow slatted window set in the door, and immediately felt his face curl into a smile. K tended to have that effect on him; the mere thought of the alien Pilot typically resulted in Atanase fighting back a grin, all his childhood training wearing off in a single instant.

His mother would have been horrified, and the thought made Ata smile all the wider.

He rose from his desk, and crossed to the door in sharp steps, long legs carrying him there in record time. That, and excitement.

Ata opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway, his facial muscles nearly cramping for how hard he fought them for some measure of control.

“Hey. The delta lounge is free, we  can eat there. I'd invite you in, but there are things incubating that I'm not sure makes for great lunchtime ambiance…”

 

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