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[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

Okay to leave work early today?

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[firstamong.livejournal.com]

[Morningstar does not actually look up from the book he's slowly paging through.]

Oh? Why?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[That was irritating the first time Morningstar did it to him. By now he's used to it.]

...there's a girl who knows when I get off work and I'd really rather avoid seeing her.

[Hopefully that suffices. Morningstar knows about those clingy girls you'd rather avoid, right? So surely he'll think that's what this is.]

[firstamong.livejournal.com]

[That gets his attention.]

Is there? Whyever not?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Shit.]

She's...pushy?

[Extremely, preternaturally persuasive, more like. But he doesn't want to try to explain that.]

[firstamong.livejournal.com]

[This sounds amusing. Morningstar needs no other reason.]

I'm afraid I simply can't spare you. Perhaps you'll be lucky and she'll be too busy to stop by.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Johnny makes a point of looking around at the deserted shop.]

You can't?

[firstamong.livejournal.com]

Can't possibly.

[Morningstar turns over another page, picks up a pen and makes a notation on the notepad beside the counter, and points at a half-empty box of books.]

Be a dear and finish that box, will you?

[listentolorelei.livejournal.com]

[She can't tell from outside whether Morningstar, or someone like him, is inside. She can certainly tell that a man with Johnny's height and hair is. But knowing one's there without the certainty of the other won't make her enter. She can hang around a few feet from the door, and finger-wave the moment he steps outside.]

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, all these little chores for him kept popping up until Johnny's actually a few minutes late getting finished for the day. She'll see him gesturing to someone else, as if discussing why can't he go out the back door today, dammit? But finally his shoulders slump a little, he picks up his things, and steps out the front door where Lorelei is waiting.]

[listentolorelei.livejournal.com]

[If that was Morningstar he was talking to- she can't tell from her vantage point- she might owe the guy a present. Or something. More likely 'or something'.

But right now, here's a gleeful expression for the one who's feeling down.] What's the matter?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[It's an interesting twist that happens in his expression when a moment before he was resigned to his fate that he'd have to see her. But now...well of course he's glad she's here, why was he so down a second ago? Well, that can be blamed on Morningstar, right? Right.]

[So a smile blossoms on his face as he looks up at her.] Hi. And...boss kept me a little late today, sorry you had to wait?

[listentolorelei.livejournal.com]

Nah, that's all right. Bosses can be a pain in the neck sometimes. [She starts walking, hands shoved in her coat pockets.]

Guess it was busy if he needed you to stay longer, huh?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

And-...not really? Sometimes I think he just likes making me do stuff. [Or at least Johnny figured that's what all the smirking was about.]

[firstamong.livejournal.com]

[Morningstar does not actually look up from the book he's slowly paging through.]

Oh? Why?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[That was irritating the first time Morningstar did it to him. By now he's used to it.]

...there's a girl who knows when I get off work and I'd really rather avoid seeing her.

[Hopefully that suffices. Morningstar knows about those clingy girls you'd rather avoid, right? So surely he'll think that's what this is.]

[firstamong.livejournal.com]

[That gets his attention.]

Is there? Whyever not?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Shit.]

She's...pushy?

[Extremely, preternaturally persuasive, more like. But he doesn't want to try to explain that.]

[firstamong.livejournal.com]

[This sounds amusing. Morningstar needs no other reason.]

I'm afraid I simply can't spare you. Perhaps you'll be lucky and she'll be too busy to stop by.

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Johnny makes a point of looking around at the deserted shop.]

You can't?

[listentolorelei.livejournal.com]

[She can't tell from outside whether Morningstar, or someone like him, is inside. She can certainly tell that a man with Johnny's height and hair is. But knowing one's there without the certainty of the other won't make her enter. She can hang around a few feet from the door, and finger-wave the moment he steps outside.]

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, all these little chores for him kept popping up until Johnny's actually a few minutes late getting finished for the day. She'll see him gesturing to someone else, as if discussing why can't he go out the back door today, dammit? But finally his shoulders slump a little, he picks up his things, and steps out the front door where Lorelei is waiting.]

[listentolorelei.livejournal.com]

[If that was Morningstar he was talking to- she can't tell from her vantage point- she might owe the guy a present. Or something. More likely 'or something'.

But right now, here's a gleeful expression for the one who's feeling down.] What's the matter?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

[It's an interesting twist that happens in his expression when a moment before he was resigned to his fate that he'd have to see her. But now...well of course he's glad she's here, why was he so down a second ago? Well, that can be blamed on Morningstar, right? Right.]

[So a smile blossoms on his face as he looks up at her.] Hi. And...boss kept me a little late today, sorry you had to wait?

[listentolorelei.livejournal.com]

Nah, that's all right. Bosses can be a pain in the neck sometimes. [She starts walking, hands shoved in her coat pockets.]

Guess it was busy if he needed you to stay longer, huh?

[fiddlerjohnny.livejournal.com]

No kidding.

And-...not really? Sometimes I think he just likes making me do stuff. [Or at least Johnny figured that's what all the smirking was about.]