01-03-2021, 05:04 PM
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| Banshee
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Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year | well Fletch IS a dad and I AM a nerd so *mumbles about shoes* Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Let it be known that Kaiser - even with all said and done - was not a jumpy person. Generally speaking, not a jumpy person at all. Exceptions were made for... booming. Kaiser had been aware of Fletcher in the general vicinity (people watching, it sort of entailed watching nearby people) but... well, everyone had off days.
So he'd started, just a bit, and quickly attempted to recover. Funny how the initial follow-up to surprise was pretending no surprise had occurred. "Mr. Fletch-"
Sandwich. He was being called a-
... Oh. Right. The... right.
Kaiser gave a short laugh - a that-was-terrible-and-we-both-know-it-but-it's-sort-of-funny-in-spite-of-that kind of laugh - and held out a hand to take hold of the memos. "Sure." Lurking? Kaiser? ... Well, yeah. "I try to keep the lurking separate to my work...ing." Oof. Unintentional rhyming, no thank you. "So I am on break, but..." He tilted his arm, hitched his sleeve up just enough to take a quick look at his watch. "... only for the next... ahh... six minutes. Or so."
Perfect opportunity for Kaiser stealing, if only anyone out there were interested in such a thing. It was noted that Kaiser was no Finneas Schmoe when it came to nerves of jell-o consistency. However, Fletcher COULD be a loud!puff when the opportunity arose and this had just been one of those opportunities.
So he grinned at the lad, a close-mouthed grin of sorts since he'd just taken a large bite of his Kaiser sandwich. At least he liked the joke, right, and now was dropping couplets like the next Shakespeare in the Square! er.... Atrium! Fletcher approved!
"Right, well, we can walk and talk, or lurk and work, up to you," Fletcher shrugged and eyed the young assistant up and down. "Did you get something to eat? Don't want to starve ya." Or have anyone accusing him of not taking care of his employees, hem hem. There were certainly a lot more watchful eyes in the Ministry these days. But was Fletcher just going to waste these last six minutes of the PA's break on careless chitter-chatter? Maaaaaaaaybe.
Back to Kaiser (the human, not the bun). "Food court's always open, if you want me to treat you to something." Something without owl feathers or fecal matter on it, preferably.
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