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sweetpinkpixie · 11-12-2015, 08:53 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Com....pli....ment? Rhydian blinked at each syllable of the word. When was it a compliment for a full grown man to wear a onesie? This, was curious. And curiosity always got the better of Rhydian Blackhold. Which, was exactly why he didn't walk away. What type of man was this?

What type of wife did he have? The onesie and the man got a serious side-eye of confused musing. He just couldn't put the two together. Perhaps understanding would involve wearing a onesie? Perhaps, even though it would be an utter disgrace, that would be the only way to truly understand. On that thought, he wasn't sure he wanted to truly understand.

At any rate, his understanding had to switch gears to catch up. Unofficially. Which meant someone had talked. Which, given the name of Cambridge, he was suspecting that someone was Cambridge. But why on the full moon would Cambridge even bother to talk about him? Unless this was one of her friends? It certainly wasn't Mr. Cupcake, which meant he could return the handshake with one of his own, rather than a knuckle-sandwich.

"Blackhold." And things were piecing together. Aron. MAC department. The Department Head!

The department head that Cambridge had been babysitting? The very true one. Rhydian found himself sporting a wide grin. "Perhaps you should be the one opting to buy Lex chocolates."

Not that he was a fan of condoning other men to buy Lex chocolates, but it would soothe over her good mood on rough days. And if this was indeed the walking, talking legend of Lex's personal picked assignment, the man was sure to need it.

Alright there Mr. Hit Wizard-Auror-whatever your job title was. No need to be making faces and squinty eyes at the man. It was just a onesie and some dry humor.

Aron took the young man's hand and shook it firmly, now piecing together a few things on his own regarding this particular employee. "Emily has mentioned you a few times," he added nonchalantly. Perhaps not in the most complimentary of ways, but he had been brought up a few times during their trips to the bar after work. Aron looked up at the top of Rhydian's head and chuckled.

"Suppose I could," he mused. "Probably would accept chocolate over galleons for her babysitting services." Which would in turn save him and Seren some pocket change.

Which also meant that his assumption about this one was wrong. Huh, interesting. Just as well seeing as interoffice romances could be sticky business.

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