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Post by magnus on Feb 12, 2012 13:04:40 GMT -5
I say oh, got this feeling that you can’t fight, Like the city’s on fire tonight The boy was full of so much energy, Magnus had to wonder where it all came from. He’d met people who practically bounced off walls in the middle of the night without a mug of coffee in sight. All the while, and the vast majority of the time, Magnus wanted to punch said people until they no longer had the legs to bounce on, but that was just him. Fortunately, though overworked, he wasn’t tired or sleepy enough to be irritated by Arthur’s general good cheer and so kept whatever qualms he had with it to himself. There was a moment’s pause as he was asked what he was doing out this late. A glance at his watch told him that it was, indeed, later than he usually would’ve been out, taking time to himself. He rarely got said time to himself anymore, with a sudden influx of illegals because the black market just happened to boom. Thankfully, being paid rather well on commission was a perk in such times. It was much more consistent than when he’d been working for himself, even if, in some ways, it was technically the same thing. ”I don’t come here very often.” Maybe once or twice a month, because the library was no longer a safe haven. ”Normally in the very early mornings, before anybody’s even up.” Forget being a night owl; he was awake almost twenty four hours on same days, stringing together paperwork and documents while Ludwig slept as soundly as a baby, leaving all his work to Magnus’ efficient hand. ”Oh, when you work as I do, there’s little time for sleep.” A small, half amused chuckle, glancing back at his laptop and seeing no new notifications. ”How about you? How does your work treat you?”Day turns to night, night turns into whatever we want We’re young enough to say, oh, this could really be the good life
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Post by arthurwilde on Feb 19, 2012 21:06:46 GMT -5
[atrb=width,225px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/WO7lj.jpg,true] | A brow rose curiously and then Arthur smiled as the man looked at his watch in first response to his question. He'd lost track of time. The older man seemed so serious and overworked, even when he laughed. It was too bad. Someone so striking in looks should be having a lot more fun in their lives. Well Arthur was going to do his part to improve it for as long as they both sat in the little Cafe. He did that a lot with people. They ended up either hating or loving him in most cases, with no in-between. Sometimes loving him.
"It's not already morning?" Arthur murmured rhetorically, looking to the windows. It was impossible to tell, but he thought he'd been there longer. Time seemed to fly when he was having fun. Green eyes swept back to Magnus at the last question, and Arthur smiled again before shaking his head, "Job?" He chuckled, "I used to spend all of my time at the Center." His parents had insisted, and he'd done it grudgingly at the beginning, but by the end, he loved it. "Then once I became a Trainer..." He shrugged, uncaring as to his jobless status. "Most of my time belongs to them now," He motioned over his shoulder at the silent Abra. Probably asleep, not that one could ever tell for sure.
"I still do odd-jobs when I need to though, delivery and repair, things like that," He continued. Abra's Teleport ability definitely came in handy. And it wasn't like he didn't always have a job open at the Center, according to his old boss. And his dad was likewise always hinting that he could use some help in the shop. In fact, a lot of his delivery work came from his father. "Do you Train?" He paused, and added more quizzically, "Do you even own a Pokemon, being Gijinka?" People took on Pokemon for all sorts of reasons, but Magnus didn't seem the type to allow loneliness or boredom to drive him to it. And he definitely didn't need Pokemon to protect himself. |
OOC: MUSE! Where art thou?!
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