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Post by amos on Jul 6, 2014 0:11:38 GMT -5
Amos rose in the morning, just like he did any other day. Streching after he was up out of his bed, yawning as he made his way to the bathroom. When he was all done in there, he headed to his bed room, towel drying his hair as he checked his pack of cigars. He'd need to pick up a few more packs before work, that was doable.
Soon as he was out the door of where he stayed, cigar was pulled out, and lit up. He made his way down the sidewalk to get to where he'd have to start working on breakfast. It was rough having early and late hour days to feed all the team. But he did it. It was what he had to do. It was his duty to feed everyone, as he was the chef. He enjoyed having people enjoy the meals he made so it was just a win win to him.
When he reached the shop he stood around outside as he finished his cigar. No need to waste it. When it was out he headed in, bought a few more packs, he ended up getting five, so he wouldn't have to stop in again the next day. Then he turned and headed back out. Lighting up again as he started walking the cafeteria area, where Rockets went for Service meals. They weren't bad now that he was cooking them. When he first joined they were horrible. Why he pushed to become head chef, which he succeeded in doing by the way.
When he finished his cigar he sighed but headed inside. Wanting to light back up, but he knew better. He went to the back to get stuff started to be breakfast. He used the large automatic mixing vat to get the batter going, and then also got all the griddles all over to start heating up. He was a pro, he could man them all himself really. Have the batter once it was mixed in a measuring cup, pour, pour, pour. Then by time he was done that loop it was time to flip them out. Then by time he was done that loop it was time to start putting them on trays.
Wasn't long until he had quite the mountain of pancakes in the serving line warmers, as rockets were bound to start arriving any minute now. The beverage cart was opened up so they could just get their drinks themselves. Syrups were in dispensers as well.
When he was sure that was set for anyone to come in and just eat, since you needed a Rocket ID badge to get in here, he didn't have to worry about watching for anyone who didn't belong. Hey, if they managed to sneak in here for a free meal, honestly he didn't care. They had the wits and the guts to get in here, what was some food? Probably not the best of thinking, but he was just a chef, not a guard.
He stretched, leaning against a wall, itching for a smoke as he watched a few rockets start to filter in.
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 17, 2014 15:47:14 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ He had pulled another all-nighter. To be more specific, this was the third night in a row that he had forgotten to sleep. It wasn't like he was purposefully doing it. Okay, maybe it was. He just... He had things to do, and sleep was unimportant until everything was done. It was because he was so immersed in his work that he had forgotten to sleep, forgotten to eat, and, hell, it was a miracle he at least remember to use the restroom in something other than a bottle. What? You have to make do with what you have. Besides, there was a bathroom hooked onto the laboratory, even if the shower was mainly only used when someone was foolish enough to have chemicals on them. Or if you were a certain Rocket Tech who didn't feel like going to take an actual shower in, well, an actual shower. It was sufficient enough, as long as you remembered to cover yourself in soap beforehand and grit your teeth before turning on the water. Today was one of those power wash days, and it was only because he was forced to. Josef kept fretting over its master refusing to put down his work, neglecting all other necessities as he tried to work out the kinks. It wasn't his fault that some of the other techs disappeared to Arceus-knows-where a few days ago, leaving him to do all the work. Oh, wait, he might have snapped at them because they were too incompetent to do the job properly. Ah, but, that was in the past. He should focus on the present, namely the door that he was about to be pushed into. The man turned on the breaks, holding out his hands so that they hit the door rather than the rest of his body. His head whipped around to glare at the Metang behind him, baring his teeth in annoyance. " Did you have to push me out, Josef?" Grumbling out his words, the albino took a few steps back, quickly assessing the situation. He had not been allowed to properly dry himself off and dress himself after the so-called "shower," leaving his hair damp. He was also only wearing a pair of jeans and his lab coat. No shoes, no shirt. Having some sense even while running on zero hours of sleep, he made quick work of buttoning the coat up, though only about three or four of the buttons actually made it into their designated slits while the others popped right out. Hey, at least the lower portion of his chest was now covered. Red eyes focused on the door before him, and it took him a few moments to realize that this was the door to the... uh... Would it be considered a cafeteria if you were in the "hideout" of the Kanto mafia? Sure, why not. Because the sign above the door wasn't a dead giveaway. Fishing around in the pockets of his lab coat, he pulled out his ID card and waved it in front of the scanner to the side of the door. The red light turned green as the sound of a lock clicked, and he was quick to open the door before it could lock again. Once more, the Metang took to pushing him inside as the man fumbled with the ID card, clipping it onto the lab coat so it wouldn't accidentally fall out of his pocket. Allowing his Pokemon to guide him, he took to observing his surroundings. Not many grunts had arrived just yet (he didn't blame them since many liked their sleep or were already out and about). He rarely used the cafeteria unless he was that desperate for food or just wanting a quick bite to eat. Or, of course, if Josef was trying to make sure he didn't starve himself. Red eyes blinked a few times as he stared at the serving line, vision blurring momentarily from lack of sleep. " Ah... Pancakes?" ooc: what is this post idek--/bows. sorry for the weird post.
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Post by amos on Jul 17, 2014 16:40:39 GMT -5
Amos's attention got drawn to someone getting pushed in by their pokemon. He couldn't help but raise an inquisitive brow. He watched from where he was leaning up against the wall. And at the mention of the food being pancakes, he couldn't help but move, and walk closer... "If you're wanting something else there, I could arrange it." He gave a warm smile. Really he didn't mind picky people. If making someone something special made them eat, he was all for it... As he watched him he couldn't help but wonder... "When was the last time you slept?" Really he looked like something a Persian would drag in.
He looked off to a side, before looking back down at the slightly shorter male. He couldn't help but think he was attractive. On the paler side than most he's seen, but that didn't bother him in the least. Well, other than he looked even paler standing next to him. But no matter. He thought just a brief moment before he smiled, "Come with me." He gently took the smaller males wrist, turning he led him into the back of the kitchen, letting his pokemon follow, he had no intention of doing anything he shouldn't.
It was there in the back a Sealio lifted it's head and gave a soft whuffing bark and Amos shook his head, "Hush you." he guided the smaller man to a table, getting him to sit, he grinned lightly, "So what would you like for breakfast cutie?" He then proceeded to wait, ready and able to make probably whatever thing he would ask for.
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 17, 2014 17:03:36 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ Letting out a hum, he continued to eye the pancakes with mild interest. It wasn't that he was being picky. In fact, he loved pancakes, though he hadn't eaten any since he was taken away from his uncle. He pretended not to notice the man who walked closer, though, even when he was more or less out of it, he was still as observant as ever. Watching from what he could see in his peripheral vision without making it obvious he was looking at him, he could see exactly what he needed to see. Or, rather, he could see some blurred colors because screw trying to keep his eyes focused. White and tan stuck out the most out of the colors. He could assume that the tan was skin and the white was hair by their placement. Everything else was unimportant, and he really didn't feel like making any other observations at the moment. Hm, white and browns, though... Like some of the robots, the--wait, now was not the time to be thinking about those. Without putting much thought into the action, he started to lift his hand up with only three of his fingers pointing to the ceiling, the other hand moving up to cover his mouth as a yawn forced his jaws apart. He blinked in confusion as his wrist was grabbed, though he made no movement to take his wrist back, allowing himself to be led into the kitchen. The Metang followed after, hovering a few feet behind with the glow of its eyes blinking with worry. This was pretty much forgotten as soon as a seal's bark caught its attention, and the dual type hovered over to the Sealeo to investigate, leaving its master to fend for himself. It wasn't like he needed much help, anyway. As soon as a chair was presented to him, he sat down, making himself comfortable by leaning back. His hands found their way high above his head as he stretched his sore muscles, letting out another yawn before stopping short when he was spoken to. " Cutie?" Echoing the word, he dropped his hands onto his head, running his fingers through his wet hair before pausing, letting out a soft chuckle. What about him was cute? He was a mess right now. Letting it go, he allowed his hands to drop onto his lap. " I am fine with eating pancakes like everyone else." Though, he would like some french toast, bacon, eggs, ham, fruit, and--woah, now, rich boy, stop letting your stomach do the thinking. " Though, if there are any specials with vanilla and chocolate on the menu, I'll have that, too." A lopsided grin formed on his face. He was quite certain this was the lack of sleep talking. After all, he was nothing more than a wallflower on average days with full sleep.
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Post by amos on Jul 17, 2014 17:19:04 GMT -5
Amos chuckled a bit, watching the smaller man sitting on the chair. Watched as the thin form of his stretched. Really he needed to eat more--of course Amos thought all twiggy-looking people needed to eat more. He rose a brow though thinking. Specials with vanilla and chocolate? Well he still had a bit of that pancake batter, so he could easily toss a few chocolate chips in one of those. Thinking he looked to the two pokemon that seemed to be investigating the other. Thinking turning to look at the blond he caught a reflection on one of the silver pans and the blurred image. Looked like Vanilla and chocolate. But it was himself. He blinked thinking, but chuckled. Well well, wasn't this one smart, or just very subtle with his flirting, or just not very good at it.
"Well, why don't you have some real food, then we can talk about specials." he stated playfully with a wink. Moving he got a plate, some fresh pancakes, he drizzled them with some syrup and even took the extra step and sliced a strawberry over top them real quick and brought it over, smiling, "Voila~ Enjoy." he smiled, setting the knife and fork down as well. So he wouldn't be intimidating, he smoothly sat down at the chair on the other side of the smallish two person table. Smiling as he watched the pale man.
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 17, 2014 17:40:22 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ Did he really have to say that? He was already regretting his words as soon as they had left his mouth. Regardless, he kept his mouth shut, nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip, the action hard to notice, save for the faint movement as the flesh was toyed with his teeth. It was almost sad how long it took for the other Rocket to understand what he had said, though he was quite certain that not even he would have understood on any other day. Hell, he was still trying to figure out where he even came up with something like that. He really needed sleep... Ugh, but he needed to finish his project. The deadline was in a couple of days, after all, and he still needed to figure out how to get it to work without the chance of it blowing up. Seriously, it was almost like they were trying to make all these fancy gadgets that the world just wasn't ready for yet. The technology may have advanced quite a lot over the past few decades, but getting the technology to cooperate was another story. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed Team Rocket was trying to take over the world. Oh, wait, they were. Why was he here, again? Ah, right, the funding. His hobby was an expensive one. Pancakes. He snapped out of his thoughts as a plate was set before him. He stared at it for a few seconds, blinking rapidly as his vision began to blur once more. Perhaps he needed glasses... Hm, he could worry about that later. Scooting his chair forward so he was closer to the small table and his breakfast, reaching for the fork with his left hand as he let out a low, almost droning, " itadakimasu~!" What? He grew up in a Japanese city, with a Japanese family (for the most part). Some habits stuck with him, especially when his aunts and uncle seemed so intent on continuing that habit, even when grandmother was not present. Ignoring the presence of the other man for now and the little detail that he had a knife he could use, he cut small triangles out of the pancakes and stabbed them with his fork. He brought the fork up to his mouth, taking a bite of the pancakes, and chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. Red eyes focused on the other Rocket--a chef, obviously. " I don't believe we have ever formally met before." Other than whenever he had last visited the hideout's cafeteria. Even then, he made sure to socialize as little as possible. " I am Tsubasa Salzwedel, part of the technology and science department." Along with every other little thing they dabbled in, but no one needed to know what happened behind closed doors.
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Post by amos on Jul 17, 2014 18:25:57 GMT -5
Amos had leaned back in his chair, one arm getting slung over the back of it as he watched his lazy Sealio grow tired of the other pokemon, or rather tired in general, and laid down for a nap. Really it had just woken up when they got back here. But no matter, he didn't mind, he came through when he needed him to. He turned at the strange sounding word that had come out of the smaller pale man. Itada...what? He blinked a few times, having no idea of what was just said to him. Or if it was even said -to- him for that matter. He watched him for a moment, watching as he took a bite of the pancake. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not... But eventually the other was saying they never formally met. Well, yea it was his first time seeing the smaller pale man, so that only made sense.
"Science and Tech department eh?" he chuckled a bit, figures this little pale thing was a techie. He smiled softly though, "Well Tsubasa Salzwedel, I am Amos Velion Kershk. But you may just call me Amos." he chuckled. Really, he didn't care for anyone using his full name unless it was absolutely necessary. He leaned back in his chair watching him for a moment more. "So, you like the food yea?" He did pride himself on his cooking, so he couldn't help but be curious to know if he even liked it. It was just something he liked about getting to give people a good meal. To know they enjoyed a meal that not only good would help sustain them for whatever it was they may need to do.
He leaned forward, letting an elbow rest against the table as his other arm was still sort of behind his chair. "I'm still curious as to when the last time you slept was, cutie." he stated softly, watching the pale man. Since he was taking to long, he picked up one of the forks in the container sitting on the center of the table, and swiped a bite of the pancake, smiling a bit, "well?" he asked still waiting for his answers. Hummm that was a mighty fine pancake.. perhaps he should just get his own, since he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.. HE usually got to busy making sure other people ate, he sometimes forgot to...
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 17, 2014 18:46:29 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ That... was a long name, one that anyone else would probably forget. Considering his current circumstances, he would probably forget the last portion of the name, though he knew the rest was tucked somewhere in the back of his mind. He would just have to go searching for it if the information ever became relevant. For now, though, Amos was all he needed to remember. A mere four letters. " Nice to meet you, Amos. You can just call me Tsubasa, if you want." He was often just called Mr. Salzwedel by colleges and higher ups, though he hated being called that. His uncle and his father were Mr. Salzwedel. He was just simply Tsubasa, a mutt among the purebloods. Another bite entered his mouth, though the fork remained in his mouth longer than he would have liked as he watched the man before him, finally beginning to take better observations and mental notes than he had been able to earlier. He slowly nodded as he remembered to chew, swallowing just after removing the fork from his lips. Having food stolen from him didn't seem to draw too much of a reaction from the albino. All he did was glance down at the offending fork and watched Amos eat. He went back to the pancakes, however, shrugging it off as he cut out a few more triangles, using them to wiped up some of the syrup before bringing them to his awaiting mouth. Tsubasa glanced over his shoulder at the sound of bending metal, watching as his Metang hovered over the Sealeo who had, well, started ignoring the metal beast in favor of napping. The Metang moved to hover inches above the floor, reaching out to poke at the seal. Removing the fork from his mouth and swallowing the chewed up pancake, Tsubasa let out a soft chuckle, making no movement to stop the Metang. It would learn in time, and he wasn't going to hold its hand. Josef was smart, though that did not mean it understood the concept of sleep (neither did he, to be honest). Returning his attention to Amos and the pancakes, a look of confusion crossed his face. " Didn't I already answer that?" He let out a hum of thought as he stabbed at the strawberry on top of the pancakes with his fork, bringing it to hover in front of his lips while his right hand reached up with three fingers up. " Three days." At the end of his short response, he plopped the strawberry into his mouth, removing the fork as he started chewing. He really should say something about the whole cutie thing, but he did not really care to correct Amos at the moment. It wasn't like anyone else was around.
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Post by amos on Jul 17, 2014 19:22:34 GMT -5
"Tsubasa huh? I rather like being able to call you just that." He smiled softly, still watching the other, a bit content with him not fussing over the missing piece of pancake he had swiped, but he wouldn't take more, unless he wanted to dirty another fork, and as one of the ones who had to wash dishes at the end of the day--even though he did all the cooking--he wasn't to keen on that thought.
He blinked at his words, then tilted his head, "That was how you answered? Ha." he laughed softly, shaking his head, "I thought that was your way of asking for a minute or something!" he chuckled a bit, feeling a bit idiotic now. He really should of noticed.. But wait. He frowned. "why haven't you slept for three days?" he asked gently. Not sure why he was feeling such an amount of concern over the paler man. But he was not one to ignore instinct.
He really was ignoring his questions though... But now knowing he hasn't been to bed in three days, he couldn't help but not blame him. Either that or he was to tired to care if what he was eating was good or not. It made his chest hurt to think he served something not up to the bar, but what choice had he in the mater. He watched the pale man as he ate the strawberry, the tiniest bit disappointed he didn't do so in any sort of un way, but he kept that thought to himself.
"So after you eat... I'm going to help your pokemon there help you back to your room, and get your cute little ass to bed. Three days is much to long to go without sleep." he answered honestly, blue/green eyes watching the paler man, "And if I have to I'll hoist ya up like a sack of potatoes and carry you there." the smile on his face said he might be kidding, but the tone in which he had spoken was deadly serious.
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 17, 2014 20:08:58 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ And, here he thought he was the one who was horrible at things like this, and he was the one who had the excuse for reading anything wrong. Seems like he has met his match! Allowing his right hand to drop down to its original resting place on his lap, he reached forward to fill the fork back up with another little stack of triangles cut out from the pancakes. He needed to start eating pancakes again. They were nothing but fluffy heaven drenched in syrup, and anyone who told him otherwise can go jump off a bridge and into a dark abyss, never to be heard from again. Waffles couldn't do anything to match pancakes! Well, unless they were the ones actually made rather than freezer ones... The giant ones, kinda like the ones at hotels that--he was getting sidetracked again. Sticking the fork in his mouth without bothering to put anymore pancakes on them, he let the silverware hang there as he leaned back in his seat. He let out a hum, debating whether or not to tell Amos the true reason. It couldn't hurt. After all, if a Rocket blabbed, he was quite certain something horrible would happen to them. Taking out the fork, he opened his mouth to speak. " Bots for the boss. You could always just come see for yourself between shifts." He reached forward, placing the fork on the plate with the last fourth or so of his pancakes left uneaten. Three days of neglecting to properly eat left his stomach a little smaller than usual. Maybe he should start bringing a sack of apples or something to snack on throughout the week or something. He could also send Josef out on errands, though sending out the techies who did absolutely nothing might be a better idea. Give them something to do, assuming they would actually do it. " Josef," the name left his mouth without much thought, jolting the Metang out of whatever it was doing to try to wake the Sealeo. " Its name is Josef." The dual type hovered over to the table, its entire body tilting tilting to one side in question. Tsubasa reached out, patting the Metang above its eyes, playfully tugging on the horn between its eyes before returning his gaze to Amos. " I've gone longer. Granted, I might've passed out a few times here and there." He pushed the plate of pancakes forward as he leaned over the table, stopping when his chin rested against the table, making sure he didn't knock anything over or accidentally spill the remaining pancakes on Amos or the floor. He let out a small whine, staring up at the man. " A sack of potatoes? I'd rather be carried like a princess." He was joking, despite the pouting look in his eyes. Either way of being carried was embarrassing. It drew attention to him, and that was not good in the slightest bit. Of course, being pushed through the halls by a Metang, let alone the chef, would probably draw attention as well. Ugh, so conflicting.
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Post by amos on Jul 17, 2014 20:21:03 GMT -5
Amos rose a brow. Bots for the boss huh. He wondered what kind of bots the boss would need. He didn't like to question their leader, but at times he just couldn't help but be curious. He was hardly ever told much since he was just a chef though. No matter on that. It wasn't his place, so he wasn't going to stress over it. There was just no point in that.
But he mentioned coming to see. "Ya sure I'd have the right clearance?" He smiled though, wondering if it was this pale mans way of inviting him to go visit him. Even if that was not what he had meant, it was how Amos was now taking it. His eyes watched as he put the fork back on the plate and pushed it forward. Taking that as a sign as he was down, he turned, "Sealio" He watched as the Sealio was suddenly awake and at attention. The blubbery pokemon hurried over as he set the plate on the floor chuckling as he gobbled it up. "Would your... Josef want something to eat?" He had no idea if the robotic looking pokemon even ate, he had no clue he never encountered one before.
Well then... "Passing out is a sign of getting your sexy ass to bed." he stated bluntly, smirking a bit. But soon his other words, he grinned a bit, "That, could be arranged." He stood, and stepped around, offering Tsubasa a hand, "Why don't we get you back to your room?" he asked smiling... "Less you'd rather me just carry you to mine." He knew where his room was, not the attractive smaller mans. So it was be faster to probably cart him to his own room. But who knows, perhaps Tsubasa wasn't interested in going anywhere but to his own room.
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 17, 2014 21:24:21 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ He gave a shrug of the shoulders. The laboratories tended to have high security with grunts stationed at every door and every corner. He had never thought too much of it, considering he was allowed to roam wherever in the labs without being questioned. He was only ever given questioning looks when he walked out of his main workspace looking like the walking dead or with one of his personal minibots on his shoulders, head, or sticking out of his pockets. " You could always just say I invited you or something." Another yawn forced his jaws apart as he lazily watched the Sealeo act as a Pokemon garbage disposal. His gaze slowly moved toward his own Pokemon, arching a brow as he entered a small staring contest with the metal creature, even though he knew that he would never win. " Josef doesn't even have a mouth. What do you eat?" His eyes narrowed as he stared at the Metang, expecting some answer other than the sound of bending metal that he had received. Eh. It's lasted this long. Probably fed off the energy around it or something. " What if I don't wanna?" He pulled himself off the table, leaning back in his chair with a slight whine to his voice. Oh, Arceus, help him. The lack of sleep was really starting to take over. He brought one hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes to provide some sort of relief from the stinging that had been going on now since the second day. His hand dropped away. Red eyes moved to stare at the hand that was being offered to him, and he made no movement for a few short moments before reaching out to take the hand offered. Tsubasa stood up, ignoring his muscles as they protest, nagging at him to sit back down or just lay on the floor and sleep. No, no. Wait until you are somewhere softer, warmer, and safer before begging to stay in one position, muscles. " My room barely gets used as it is." The man let out a hum as he idly stared at the one interesting thing currently in the kitchen: Amos. His body swayed slightly from side to side, ready to lose balance at any given minute. " Though, your room sounds inviting. Let's go there~!" The lopsided grin returned to his face. He was going to regret (and probably momentarily forget) everything that had happened this morning after he got some sleep. He just knew it. ooc: shorttttt. ;n;
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Post by amos on Jul 18, 2014 11:13:43 GMT -5
Amos smiled, waiting patiently as Tsubasa and his metang had their staring contest. He looked to Sealeo who was watching him and he gave a slight nod, the blubber ball started to move to follow him. He listened to the question he gave the mechanical looking pokemon. Really that must of been a good question. He was slightly concerned when he didn't know what it ate, how long has he had the metang? You'd think he would know when it needed to eat or how it ate by now right? Oh well, wasn't his place--once again--to argue with it.
When his hand was finally taken he took a step back to give him room to stand, watching the pale man stand. Noticing him swaying a bit. Really, three days. This guy needs strapped to a bed and confined there. He moved, smiling, and swiftly and easily lifted the man bridal style, He chuckled a bit, "Like this then my princess?" he asked with a light chuckle. Looking to the two pokemon, "Let's get goin' then, eh?"
Amos easily ignored any looks they got as he headed out of the cafeteria, the other staff could clean up anything left over, he didn't need to worry about starting in on lunch for awhile, and he could always pull something that didn't need a lot of prep. So he was all to willing to give his time to the pale beauty he was carrying. He ignored any possible complaints from the smaller man.
It didn't take him to long to clear the cafeteria, and be on his way down the halls heading for the wing his room was at. When he reached it he looked to Sealeo, "Open It bud." The Sea-lion like pokemon whuffed a bark and moved forward, easily grabbing his masters id from his pocket and then jumped up, skillfully turning its head and swiping the card, then when the door clicked it slid to a side, using a flipper to catch the handle and push it down then pushed the door open leading the way in, putting the key-card onto the desk by the door before it whuffed to the metang and led into where he usually slept. Really unless he was told what to do he ate or slept, and there was no food at the moment. Every now and then he'd want to play, but this was not one of those times for the lazy pokemon.
Amos smiled letting the blubbery pokemon to get in ahead so he didn't trip over him. Once inside he chuckled, waiting for the Metang to enter before he shut the door. Looking to the man in his arms he smiled warmly, "So... Now what?" he asked smiling softly. Really, he'd love to do things with the attractive man... but three days. He didn't think it would be right to do anything of that nature with him, he might regret it later.
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Post by Tsubasa Salzwedel on Jul 18, 2014 14:12:27 GMT -5
Like satellites & shooting stars like a star that has seen the sun, i revolve around you ►-------------------◄ Red eyes widened as he was suddenly swept off his feet within the blind of an eye. As soon as he felt his feet leave the ground, his entire body tensed up. The foreign contact, being picked up and held in the arms of another--it was strange. He couldn't quite place whether or not he enjoyed it, though it almost made him feel like a child. Or a girl. Perhaps he shouldn't have spent so much time with his aunts... " I didn't expect you to actually..." Tsubasa trailed off as Amos started moving, blinking away the dazed look on his face. He almost wanted to melt, to disappear into the void. They were being watched. It might just be his own mind making things up with his lack of sleep, but he could feel the eyes of multiple people on them. He didn't like it, though he was not about to voice his concerns. Instead, he clammed up, returning to the shell he usually hid away in no matter what. He allowed the world around him to blur into a mixture of colors, only bothering to blink and refocus when his stinging eyes became too overbearing. He couldn't tell where they were going, though they were in front of a door before too much time had passed. And, he was still in the arms of the chef. Talk about embarrassing. Still, he refused to allow any color to dust over his pale skin, keeping a frown on his face as he watched the Sealeo open the door. Josef hovered behind the man and its master, waiting for them to go through the door before following after. The Metang moved over to where the seal was, staring for a moment before lowering itself to the ground. It was almost like a car being parked as only a few adjustments were made before the red glow of its eyes faded and the Metang allowed itself into something close to sleep. Tsubasa found himself blinking a few more times so his vision cleared up. His gaze flitted around the room, taking note of anything and everything, memorizing the room from what he could see. He then tilted his head up so he could look at Amos's face, a frown still apparent on his lips. " Sleep." He pointed in the general direction he had seen the bed with a pale, extended finger. What started out as a small smile on his lips began showing signs of a smirk as he retracted his hand. " You should sleep with me, though. It's much more fun with two people." The man purred out his words, never once breaking his gaze from Amos's face.
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Post by amos on Jul 18, 2014 14:43:00 GMT -5
Watching the pale man after he finally had set him down he seemed to take a moment, but soon looked up at him. He nodded at his words of sleep, glancing where he pointed--even though he knew where his own bed was. He looked back to the pale man then chuckled softly, "Well of course it is.." But he didn't want to take advantage of the man. He hadn't slept for three days, he was pretty sure that was equivalent to being drunk. He moved, stepping slightly closer to the smaller man. He leaned down since he was taller than the thing pale Tsubasa, and leaned in, breathing in the others scent. "Shall we then, beautiful?"
He let his arms slowly slip around the smaller man, slowly pulling his body close to his own once more. "If you need me to stop, at any time... Just tell me" He whispered, before he moved a hand to the others chin, thumb gently brushing the soft pale skin before he leaned in that last little bit and kissed the other man. Really, if this wasn't what the pale man had in mind, he sure seemed to have hinted it like that, so hopefully he read him right and he wouldn't be getting pushed away or slapped any time soon.
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