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Krel Ansell · 08-23-2020, 07:01 PM

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Nobody could sneak up on him from behind, but he had, somehow forgotten that someone could approach him from the left or right. He blamed a lack of quality caffeine for his error. If this man was going to drag him on some damned foolish creature battling crusade again, he was done. Yes. Valentin was out. He would be putting his letter of recall on Phora’s desk by the end of the day and he’d deal with the consequences from his own government (and Alba) after he returned home to Paris. Luckily for Valentin, this man merely seemed to want coffee.

Well, someone had a late night. Valentin thought as he took in the appearance of the man standing next to him. He seemed way too young to have developed bags such as those under his eyes to have a baby at home keeping him up. It was no wonder the man had joined him near the cart. ”Oui,” the Frenchman agreed. ”Eet often ees.” Which also made him wonder if he was the only person in London who had the same experiences with this particular coffee cart. He glanced between the cart and the gentleman, wondering if he should let the young man go first. Or maybe…

”What shall you 'ave?” he asked taking a step forward. Perhaps buying someone else coffee (along with his) would break his string of bad luck.

08-23-2020, 07:01 PM	#67 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,069 Ministry RPG Name: Conley Singh-Phora International Cooperation Ministry RPG Name: Hugo I. Bumble Law Enforcement x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Tomasz Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Despite being on his rounds, keeping his eyes open was becoming an increasingly difficult task. He had very little sleep last night, a strange recurring nightmare he hasn't been able to shake. Ultimately, he had decided against trying to sleep again, knowing better than to trust himself to wake with his alarm. This, of course, meant that he made it to his security shift on time, but it also meant that he was a sleepwalking zombie. Of course he knew he could grab himself a cup of coffee, it was in the most accessible place. Unfortunately, time was as difficult to find as a good night's sleep. Doing another round past the fountain, he looked down at his watch to notice that it was just about time for his five minute break. Excellent. He made his way over to the coffee cart. Though it wouldn't be able to diminish the dark circles underneath his eyes, hopefully it would give him enough energy to make it through the rest of his shift. "Yyy.. Hello," he bowed his head slightly, offering the other man a slight smile. "Coffee is popular today?" He joked. Nobody could sneak up on him from behind, but he had, somehow forgotten that someone could approach him from the left or right. He blamed a lack of quality caffeine for his error. If this man was going to drag him on some damned foolish creature battling crusade again, he was done. Yes. Valentin was out. He would be putting his letter of recall on Phora’s desk by the end of the day and he’d deal with the consequences from his own government (and Alba) after he returned home to Paris. Luckily for Valentin, this man merely seemed to want coffee. Well, someone had a late night. Valentin thought as he took in the appearance of the man standing next to him. He seemed way too young to have developed bags such as those under his eyes to have a baby at home keeping him up. It was no wonder the man had joined him near the cart. ”Oui,” the Frenchman agreed. ”Eet often ees.” Which also made him wonder if he was the only person in London who had the same experiences with this particular coffee cart. He glanced between the cart and the gentleman, wondering if he should let the young man go first. Or maybe… ”What shall you 'ave?” he asked taking a step forward. Perhaps buying someone else coffee (along with his) would break his string of bad luck. __________________