[it is an ordinary day, or at least as ordinary as the days ever are in the city of l.i.e.s., when a dapper young warlock comes swanning up to sally's place of employment. he has little trouble finding it; jonathan has done quite well with advertising the institute; ambrose has never been here, but he finds it highly recognizable once he's inside.
he asks for her by name, making no secret of it; she might hear of him before he actually lays eyes upon her. it won't be too long before he's wandered and bothered enough to come converging on her down the institute's sleek, bright modern hallways, calling her name.]
[If Sally wasn't sitting at her desk, she would have probably tripped over herself. It's one thing that someone's asking for her in general (when she first thought she heard her name, she ignored it, writing it off as her over-active imagination because it's not like she knows very many people), and another that the person asking for her is, well, honestly, incredibly hot.
At first, she just stares at him. But then she catches herself, and clears her throat, covering up her work with her arms.]
Yes? Do you, um, need something?
i've ended up contracting for now with someone who was in a rush, lmk if you'd rather drop this!
Yes, [ambrose says blithely-- fuck if she isn't adorable, though.] I've need to make your acquaintance. I'm a friend of your employer's. Well.
[he immediately flops down onto the nearest serviceable furniture, even if it wasn't meant to be sat on.] 'Friend' is a strong word, I suppose. Jon doesn't really seem to do 'friends.' But he said we had great potential to be good friends, and I'm inclined to agree.
[ambrose holds out one hand. a handshake! she looks human, and humans do this.] Ambrose Spellman, at your service.
Yeah, uh, I don't think many of the people who work here are really great at being social.
[She's absolutely including herself in that statement, but can't help but smile a little to herself at Ambrose's apparent assessment. Even if a part of her, that little needling voice, reminds her that it could all just be bullshit. Sally stands enough to reach out and accept the handshake.]
Well, good to meet you. I...er, sorry I don't really have anything to offer here. I could get you a coffee from the break room?
[hmm. a 'break room.' how very human.] Oh, I'd love a coffee, [ambrose says, accepting instantly.] Does it taste like in the movies?
[terrible, he means. but he decides not to say that; the specter of jonathan the boss lurks around every corner.]
I'd say that Jonathan's hurdle with being 'social' is that he's quite cantankerous and has strong opinions that he tends not to soften for polite company. [he's falling into step with her, allowing her to take the lead.] Doesn't seem fair to tar all birds with that same brush, does it? I mean, how would you describe yourself?
[ambrose casts around. so this is a lunch room! it's nicer than in the movies. no clawfoot tables, stone columns, decadent sculptures. it's still nice, though.]
Eighty percent more tactful, [he says.] Possibly more shy, I'm not sure if Jonathan's better described as 'shy,' 'reserved' or... well he's chatty enough once you get to know him, I suppose. [there's a grin at that.
then he wiggles his fingers to receive the coffee.]
[ambrose laughs, and agrees to the negotiated tact levels with a motion of one hand. fine. seventy five percent it is.]
Bit of sugar in mi-- unless you think that's better, [he says, watching as she adds both to her mug.] Cheers. As for me and Jon, I wouldn't say I know him well. To be honest, I don't think I get to know people incredibly well here. I've been thinking about that a bit, lately. One of my character deficits.
But I like him. [you don't have to know people well to like them. story of ambrose's life.] I think he's extremely funny and clever. Sounds like you two are close, though.
Mmmm, [ambrose says, thoughtfully.] I've had the ill fortune of getting myself right into some real shit because of my 'daddy issues,' but after a thorough-- [or not so thorough,] --evaluation, I can say that Mr. Jonathan's nothing like that.
Don't tell him. But for one thing, he's got too much character to have that toxic charisma. You know? [ambrose sips his coffee, pausing to savor it on his tongue.] He isn't one of those people who's going to make you like him with all kinds of palatable lies, then. [he snaps his fingers.]
His spicy opinions and idiosyncratic choice of cat names are right there, immediately.
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he asks for her by name, making no secret of it; she might hear of him before he actually lays eyes upon her. it won't be too long before he's wandered and bothered enough to come converging on her down the institute's sleek, bright modern hallways, calling her name.]
Hello! Hello, Miss Sally Timms?
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At first, she just stares at him. But then she catches herself, and clears her throat, covering up her work with her arms.]
Yes? Do you, um, need something?
i've ended up contracting for now with someone who was in a rush, lmk if you'd rather drop this!
[he immediately flops down onto the nearest serviceable furniture, even if it wasn't meant to be sat on.] 'Friend' is a strong word, I suppose. Jon doesn't really seem to do 'friends.' But he said we had great potential to be good friends, and I'm inclined to agree.
[ambrose holds out one hand. a handshake! she looks human, and humans do this.] Ambrose Spellman, at your service.
just happy for new CR! :)
[She's absolutely including herself in that statement, but can't help but smile a little to herself at Ambrose's apparent assessment. Even if a part of her, that little needling voice, reminds her that it could all just be bullshit. Sally stands enough to reach out and accept the handshake.]
Well, good to meet you. I...er, sorry I don't really have anything to offer here. I could get you a coffee from the break room?
great :D
[terrible, he means. but he decides not to say that; the specter of jonathan the boss lurks around every corner.]
I'd say that Jonathan's hurdle with being 'social' is that he's quite cantankerous and has strong opinions that he tends not to soften for polite company. [he's falling into step with her, allowing her to take the lead.] Doesn't seem fair to tar all birds with that same brush, does it? I mean, how would you describe yourself?
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More or less, I suppose...
[It's not a long walk, and by the time he's asking her how she'd describe herself, she's pulling out a couple of mugs from the cupboard.]
Honestly? I wouldn't say I'm much better. [Sally hesitates.] More tactful, maybe. A bit more shy.
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Eighty percent more tactful, [he says.] Possibly more shy, I'm not sure if Jonathan's better described as 'shy,' 'reserved' or... well he's chatty enough once you get to know him, I suppose. [there's a grin at that.
then he wiggles his fingers to receive the coffee.]
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[Sally pours coffee into both of the mugs and hands him one.]
Do you want milk or sugar?
[She goes for it anyway, definitely wanting some in her coffee, not having much of a taste for bitterness.]
You know him well then, Jon?
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Bit of sugar in mi-- unless you think that's better, [he says, watching as she adds both to her mug.] Cheers. As for me and Jon, I wouldn't say I know him well. To be honest, I don't think I get to know people incredibly well here. I've been thinking about that a bit, lately. One of my character deficits.
But I like him. [you don't have to know people well to like them. story of ambrose's life.] I think he's extremely funny and clever. Sounds like you two are close, though.
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Dunno if I'd say we're close...just that I've worked here since I got here, and he's been pretty helpful and supportive...
[She can't help but snort.]
He's kind of like a...a dad, sort of, I guess. But that's weird.
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Don't tell him. But for one thing, he's got too much character to have that toxic charisma. You know? [ambrose sips his coffee, pausing to savor it on his tongue.] He isn't one of those people who's going to make you like him with all kinds of palatable lies, then. [he snaps his fingers.]
His spicy opinions and idiosyncratic choice of cat names are right there, immediately.