Magical Congress
25
Male (Him/He)
Homosexual
It's Complicated
Dpt of Law Enforcement
Pureblood
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Post by PERRY FELLWICK on Dec 19, 2016 14:27:55 GMT
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It had been a long weekend, Perry may have maintained a steady level of drunk-ness from Friday to Sunday afternoon. But if you asked him he would have said he was stone cold sober. He was trying to apply for presidency after all. He couldn't be some drunk teenager - even if he sort of was. Luckily he had also spent the weekend in the company of his half-boyfriend-but-not Benji, who had reigned him in a little. As well as the unnecessary amount of alcohol consumed, Perry had also managed to get a couple of holiday gifts.
He didn't particularly have that many people that he really cared about. He had his sister, parents and he had Benji - though he wasn't quite ready to admit it. And that was sort of it. Well there were a couple of people in the office that weren't completely annoying. So Perry had also bought a couple of things for them. Just small, nothing too expensive. But enough to show that he valued them as a human. Especially because he wasn't very good at showing that he appreciated the things that people did for him.
So arriving at work early on the Monday Perry, with a coffee in one hand and his bag on the opposite shoulder. Walking into work was always a bittersweet moment. He loved work, he loved working - yes he was one of those people. He just didn't really like working for the head of the department. The old man did no work and left it all to Perry. It left quite a sour taste in his mouth. But, he supposed, there were worse jobs to have.
Like he couldn't imagine working on the visitors desk, answering the same questions over and over again. Having to explain where things were all the time. Directions weren't Perry's strong point. In fact talking to people wasn't Perry's strong point. Something about sitting at the desk and just waiting for people seemed like an awful concept. Perry figured there was more to the job than just waiting but he hadn't hung around long enough to find out what it was.
He'd had a few chats with the team on the desk as he came into work each day, and they seemed like lovely people. He knew that if he was expecting someone to come up to his office that they would arrive in time, to the right place with a drink in their hand. If anyone at work was going to receive a little gift, it would be them. So before making his way up to his paperwork filled office, he passed through the crowd to the surprisingly quiet visitors desk.
Perry grinned and rested his elbows on the desk, looking down to where Mortimer Tachibana was sitting. Without saying anything, Perry reached into his bag and pulled out a book shaped package. He had seen it in the window of some no-maj shop. It was a book about robots in space with a love story somehow plastered in there as well. It seemed ridiculous, but he was pretty sure that Mort would appreciate it.
Happy Holidays, he said in the cheeriest voice he could muster, pushing the small gift towards the other man. It hasn't been too busy yet, has it? he asked looking around. Monday mornings were usually pretty slow. It was the afternoon that became a war zone of wizards and witches all barreling through to get to where they needed to be. It's only a small present so don't think too deeply into it, he added with a smile.
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Magical Congress
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Male (He/Him)
Bisexual
Receptionist
Halfblood
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Post by MORT TACHIBANA on Dec 20, 2016 11:13:09 GMT
With the holidays coming around, Mort's usual Holiday Distance was as prominent as it was every year. It wasn't something he did on purpose, but it was the only time of the year he really ever spoke to his dad's side of the family. And for the most part, they were those pseudo-nice types that would say really awful things as soon as someone's back was turned, and that was something that Mort didn't really care to be around. Or, really, he could guess that nobody really liked to be around that, aside from them, as they were basket cases. Basket cases that didn't know how to bake a ham yet insisted on doing it anyway. Every single year. The Monday morning lull left him to mule over his gifts for his parents. Dad number one would be receiving a set of ties, because fuck it and fuck him. For Kare, he found a ye olde VHS collection of the original Star Wars movies. He found it for cheap online, and he knew dad number two had a fascination with that kind of thing. His mother, whose voice he still remembered so clearly as a kid, would be getting an array of spoon rests that he still needed to buy from a Macy's because it had been almost twenty years-- every year-- that she had been asking for at least one to no avail. He thought, maybe, it was due time for her to get one. Sipping his coffee, he settled on this decision confidently, albeit unsure if she would appreciate it now (but it would be the first thing like this he ever remembered). In good time, too, as a figure rested itself before him, elbows on desk. Dark eyes met each other, and Mort visibly stiffened. "Good morning, Mr. Fellwick," He cleared his throat, and his tone was enthusiastic, but his expression remained blank. He greeted anyone who walked past the desk, but it always felt odd calling Perry so formally, as they grew up together at Ilvermorny. It was simply principle, he reminded himself, but it felt so unnatural. The man offered a wrapped gift to Mort, and he idly placed his cup down to take it from him. His initial thought, of course, was that Perry wanted him to lowkey deliver it someplace, but that didn't add up with what his mouth words threw at him. To say Mort was surprised would be an understatement, and he stared up at him with a loss for words. "No, it hasn't been busy," He spoke in his usual hushed, complaisant way, but inwardly his shyness was eating him up, "I don't expect that to last, though... Especially not this week." Clearing his throat again, he began to peel back the paper with delicate fingers. One of his many nuances being an inability to rip things that looked too nice to rip, which tended to be fancy chocolates or the occasional ramen packet. Was he supposed to open it now? Was that taboo? What were the actual ramifications of opening Christmas presents early, anyhow? He had never really received a personal gift like this, at least not that he could recall. His dad normally kept all his gifts under the tree, and that was that, and most other times he tended to receive things from friends the day of or after he got away from his family. Unwrapping the last bit of paper, he took in the cover of this book... "This..." extremely cool looking novel. There were, like, robots and space travel and implications of fluff from the back. Perry told him not to look deeply into it... And he totally wasn't. Nope. Not at all. But from the sound chasm inside his brain, rather than thoughts, came the scratching of a pencil against paper; it was scribbling furiously, snapping against the pressure. It spelled out the words: "HOLY SHIT". And that was the chorus that followed, an inward panic as he was both confused and ineffably flattered from something so... personally picked for him. Nothing but infinite Holy Shit's as he stared down at his hands, not even the gift itself. "Wow," He finally said, indifferent gaze meeting Perry's once more. The only hint that he was flustered was the soft pink hue that managed to form on his cheeks. "Small gift or not, I really appreciate it... I mean, uh, I didn't-- well, I didn't get you anything. Color me surprised by all this," Mort pushed his fringe back timidly, "I'll make it up to you, though. Thank you." Not necessarily in the holiday spirit, he supposed, but he felt inclined to. ' No, I don't need anything from you,' Perry said with a hint of suavity, 'Just take me out for a cup of coffee.' 'Coffee?' Mort replied, sipping his own cup with a smirk, 'How about dinner?' Guzzling down his actual cup of coffee, Mort wished to drown himself before this went on any further, but he finished it before it could finish him. |
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Magical Congress
25
Male (Him/He)
Homosexual
It's Complicated
Dpt of Law Enforcement
Pureblood
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Post by PERRY FELLWICK on Dec 23, 2016 11:55:19 GMT
[attr="class","wall"] Perry smiled fondly at the formality. There had been times where he would have waved it away and insisted that Mort call him 'Perry'. But he had said it a hundred times and yet the other man has still stuck to professionalism. Which was fine. Perry supposed that it would probably come in handy if and when he wanted to run for president - having someone so polite on his side.
But that wasn't why he had bought the present. He had bought it because Mortimer was a hard worker. He was never late and everything that needed to get to Perry's office, or had come from the office needing to go elsewhere, had always got there on time (or early). That included people. Which was a rarity with the rest of the congress, who all seemed to move at a glacial pace unless the job was directly involving their own department. It drove Perry mad on a daily basis.
Perry watched as the man opened the gift. It was with an almost childlike glee. He often found watching people's reactions was a lot more fun than just opening his own presents. His smile only grew at Mort's reaction. Well, at least he had got one present right this year. He didn't really know much about Mortimer. But he did know that thanks to the man's love of no-maj technology there were changes being made to the way the congress sent things around. They used to send paper in the shape of mice - they still did when they wanted to send something to the older wizards who hadn't embraced the new equipment. Otherwise most departments had enchanted tablet that they could dictate their message to and it would be sent across government. They only worked in the congress and had no links to the outside world. Perry had been able to change the way he worked with ease - having lived in the no-maj world for so long, despite being a pureblood.
He smiled at the other man and waved his hand casually, brushing off Mortimer's need to return the favour. Honestly there's no need. You do all this hard work for me and I rarely do anything in return. So this is a 'thank you' more than a 'christmas gift', he began. If he was honest with himself, he knew he had to get on the good side of as many people as possible if he had any hope of becoming president. He paused his thought for a moment and looked over the desk at the other man. There was no harm in spending more time together, was there?
When's your break? We could grab some food or something and you could tell me more about why you like robots so much? Did it sound flirty? It might have done...
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Magical Congress
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Male (He/Him)
Bisexual
Receptionist
Halfblood
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Post by MORT TACHIBANA on Dec 30, 2016 10:14:00 GMT
It was surreal how Perry complimented him. Not because it was Perry himself-- though, Mort always pegged him as the type with high standards (he was unsure if that was true now)-- but because it was painting Mort in a light he didn't quite see himself in. Perhaps it was that little voice inside him, that one that sounded so oddly like his father. that told him otherwise. Mort liked his job. He tried at it, which was more than he could say for most other things, but that was partly because he was normally bored out of his skull when he was just sitting at his desk all day. There was a chance that, as Perry said, he did work hard and he just didn't see it that way. He saw himself as doing the bare minimum. Or, maybe, he enjoyed it enough to see it that way. No matter what, he never expected anything in return. The thought never even occurred to him. That wasn't to say he didn't appreciate it. He deeply appreciated it. Inwardly, he couldn't help but kick himself, but... He swallowed that melancholic feeling down with the remnants of his coffee. It was getting him nowhere, leaving him staring up at Perry with lips agape. He sniffed and let his gaze drop, trying his best to retain any sort of calm. It was hard, though. He wasn't used to kindness on most levels, but this one was, like... really up there on a scale from a lowly "awful, terrible" to a high "I'm having an identity crisis because of your kindness", for real. "You're more than welcome," the word dude crossed his thoughts at the end of that sentence. He repressed it, much like every other unprofessional thing he was thinking in that moment. He wanted to tell Perry that he was perfectly content delivering his mail and coffee and whatever. It wasn't like he was some sort of lizard overlord disguised as a secretary (or was he?), he was possibly one of these least unbearable people to come across. But he wasn't sure how to say it. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that, though. It's completely forgotten. What even were we talking about?" He added this, flipping through the pages with more attention than he was giving his words. But he meant it, that he would still go out of his way to make it up to Perry. In a non-coffee date kind of way, as much as he wanted to. "When's your break?"The book shut with a muffled snap, and Mort's eyes shot back up. "Ah..." What the fuck? What was happening right now? Was his deluded imagination getting the best of him? But it had that regular Perry flair, almost poking fun at Mort... but with an added sorta sauciness that, for sure, he had to have imagined in his tone. After all, like? Yeah, Perry had that flippy hair and he was kinda cool, so of course Mort saw what he wanted to see at times. And, aside from that: Mort was really not ready for the likes of Perry to watch him eat. He ate slow. He waited until people weren't looking to take bites. Coffee was different, because he loved it so much that his wonky teenage figured out a way to justify it (biofuel, duh). Would Perry tease him for it...? Then again, did he really care about that? Spending time with another person, someone new and interesting, kinda surpassed his need to hide the fact that he, a human being, not a robot, had normal human needs. The thought still haunted him, nonetheless. "I, uh," He began, his face growing hotter by the second, "T- twelve. My lunch is at twelve." Honestly, he couldn't believe one of his fantasies was happening. Only he was blowing it. Perry sounded better than anything Mort could scrounge up, though. "I mean. Yeah, like. We can meet up... I generally just snag a loaf of bread from a corner store, but there's... places..." He muttered that last part, "Places exist near us, for sure." Mort's tone turned bland, like he was mentally travelling beyond this wretched realm and ascending to a different dimension, where he would rot and die and be content about it. "I mean. Yeah, that's... good. Let's do that." He wished he had more coffee. |
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Magical Congress
25
Male (Him/He)
Homosexual
It's Complicated
Dpt of Law Enforcement
Pureblood
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Post by PERRY FELLWICK on Jan 8, 2017 12:28:59 GMT
[attr="class","wall"] Perry ran and hand through his hair. He had a love hate relationship with it - some days it just worked without even trying, other days it took him hours to get it into place for a gust of wind to move it around again. He tried not to think about it too much, but Perry was at least ninety percent narcissist. Maybe ninety-nine.
He looked over at Mort's baby-blue cardigan decorated with hearts and then down at his own leather jacket and white button up shirt. At least he had a bow-tie to make it more smart for work. Thought the offset of the bright blue trousers might have thrown a few people. He wanted to make a statement and wanted people to know it. Mort seemed to be making a statement but didn't want the attention over it. Maybe he didn't even realise he was making a statement.
The snap of the book brought Perry back into the moment. He smiled softly and watched Mort and listened to the tone of his voice as it went up and then muffled and then calm. It was sweet. Adorable even, though Perry wouldn't have ever said that out loud.
Twelve, Perry repeated simply, nodding his head. I'll meet you here.
And with that Perry turned on his heels and headed up to his office. The morning went pretty quickly. It was full of meetings and letter writings and note takings and all the things Perry spent most of his life doing. He grabbed his jacket at exactly five minutes to twelve and just as he was about to head out of the door his head of department cornered him and began trying to discuss ways to reorganise the files on all of the aurors. Five minutes went past and Perry found himself tapping his foot impatiently and then another five minutes passed and Perry started simply agreeing to everything as he back into the elevator.
Taking a deep breath as the door closed he ran his hand through his hair again, waiting impatiently for it to hit the right floor. Finally it dinged and the door opened and Perry was able to make the few brisk steps towards the visitors desk.
I'm so sorry, I got dragged into a conversation, he began, taking a few deep breaths to regulated his heart-beat. Have you decided where you want to go for lunch?
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Magical Congress
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Male (He/Him)
Bisexual
Receptionist
Halfblood
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Post by MORT TACHIBANA on Jan 12, 2017 7:51:57 GMT
[ PERRY FELLWICK ] | [ OUTFIT ] | [ NOTE : it's no problem at all duder~ take all the time you need. Also if u ever need me to add more to work with, just ask!! ] Pressing his forehead against the book, he took a moment to will this dread out of his body, now that Perry had sauntered off. Smooth breathing. A lot of thought clearing. Out of sight, out of mind. When Mort placed the book back down on the desk, pushing it toward his cup of quills and pens, all that was left was his usual sense of naive-like calm. This was nothing. And more so, it was likely not even going to happen. Depressing in certain regards, but the idea that Perry would stand him up was oddly reassuring. He wanted very much to be his friend, or perhaps the better way to describe it was to "get to know" Perry, but. Mort found it much easier, much more preferable, to let these kinds of things go. Let them die invisible deaths and go about his life normally. Friendship was hard, especially when he was weird about it. The rest of his day went as normal. A lot of directing people to places multiple times until they understood what he meant by "take a left". A lot of coffee delivering and drinking, He forgot about the plans they made, as Mort was wont to do. His watch chimed for his lunch break, and he habitually squeezed it quiet without moving from his spot. He wasn't blabbering when he said he just grabbed bread from a cornerstore for lunch, and that was going to be his plan for today. They had this special kind of fluffy pretzel bread, but like? Big. Big like normal bread. A loaf, if you will. It was very good, and Mort would eat the entire thing while wandering around. Sometimes squatting outside a storefront. The possibilities were endless. Almost like it knew he was mentally checking out, his tablet pinged for Mort to go help out one of the lower level departments. Mort, again, habitually turned the pad over. Before turning it over again out of immediate guilt. He sighed and took a moment to respond to the message: He was on break, never speak to him again, but as nicely as possible. It was only right when he stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and shoving Perry's gift inside, that he remembered they made plans. In part, because, well, Perry was heading straight toward him. " I'm so sorry, I got dragged into a conversation," Mort looked him up and down as he caught his breath. Did he rush to get here? "How dare you." Mort said plainly, in that poorly executed, joking way of his. " Have you decided where you want to go for lunch?" Bread. "Uhhh," Mort pulled the strap over his other shoulder, let his fingers linger as he quickly thought up an excuse for his spaciness, one that didn't show he was lowkey kind of a jerk. But the words, "Yep, I have an idea," escaped before he could think of one. Because he did have an idea. It was bread. But that was a really shitty idea. Hell, it was a shitty idea in general. As a whole. He stepped around the desk then, eyes glancing around as he tried to scrounge up any semblance of a plan. But whenever he thought too much on something, he often blanked really hard instead. However, passing through the front door with Perry in tow, he caught sight of something that actually helped: a food truck. Oh thank the lord. He had definitely been craving a chili cheese dog, anyway. Although that was, by far, the most difficult thing to hide when trying to hide the fact that he, a human being, ate food. "Do you... Have a preference, actually?" Mort asked as he trotted along, uneasy steps carrying him rather slowly toward the now-parked truck. It smelled of cheese. It was both awful and fantastic. "I mean, like, if I'm going to take you out, I feel like it should be something you like. If I take you to a place and you're like 'wow Mort really has no tact, and he's tasteless' and our friendship points go down by ten, who knows how long it'll be until I accumulate them again? That'd suck.""That is to say," He paused his steps, to finally look at Perry, "I want a hot dog." |
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