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Zoe · 04-17-2026, 02:43 AM

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Originally Posted by squidnie

A genuine smile tugged at Collin’s lips without his control at the notes of approval in Jordan’s tone. It was undeniably nice to be recognized for the position he held. Not - and he laughed brightly at the suggestion - a pooper scooper or something equally alarming. Not that he judged such occupations, and had held similar ones in the past, but he’d paid his dues and worked his way up and he was proud of where he was.

He met Jordan’s eyes, an easy smile still playing on his face. It faltered slightly as he watched the man move, cataloguing the small details of his nonverbals. It made Collin want to dig in further. Learn more. It also gave him a sense that doing so too much, too soon, would have the opposite effect from what he wanted.

Interesting. He always wanted others to feel comfortable with him, of course, but this one felt… different.

He lifted his own drink and took a long, measured sip, creating a slight distance that Jordan could fill if he so desired. “Love those days,” he commented thoughtfully. “As if your body is moving on its own accord toward what you need.” He paused. Keeping his head lowered slightly toward his cup, he lifted his gaze. “Was it the espresso pulling you in, do you think?”

He leaned back in his chair again, settling in a bit, and let another question break through. “What do you do for work?”

Jordan's mouth curved faintly at that phrase—what you need. He didn't comment on it right away, though. Instead, he let the thought sit, turning it over quietly as he lifted his cup again, the warmth seeping into his hands in a way that felt grounding rather than incidental.

"Maybe," he said after a moment, glancing down into the dark surface of his espresso before flicking his gaze back up. "The coffee helps." A small pause, just long enough to suggest there was more to it. "But I think it's more the... familiarity of it." His tone stayed light, but there was a thread of honesty woven through it now, subtle but present.

His index finger tapped once against the side of his cup before he set it down, leaning forward just slightly again, elbows brushing the edge of the table.

"I work in the Ecological department at the Ministry," he said, the answer coming easily enough. "I'm a botanist. My specialty is monitoring magical plant life, making sure nothing decides to proliferate where it shouldn't, and tinkering with making hybrid plants. Not nearly as exciting as the post."

His gaze held Collin's a second longer this time. Then, after a brief pause, his eyes flicked once more to the forgotten food between them before returning to Collin.

"You should probably eat, by the way," he said, tone easy, almost absent-minded but not unkind. "I'd hate to be the reason your 'quality breakfast' goes cold." A small smile followed, softer again, like he didn't mind being the reason at all.

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