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your face is the last thing I want to see in the morning {member of mlmie-hm}

[brattyelves]

Charcoal || Jake & Barrett

He’d caught the worker’s name in passing, found interest in him through glances and brush-bys. He smells faintly like oil on hot metal and towers over the elf by almost an entire foot, but Jake’s never been easily intimidated by the likes of a human.

Still decked out in his uniform, to boot; you can’t be a security guard and find yourself easily unnerved. Though he’s currently off the clock, so he figures he can let up with the scowl -- or he could, if it weren’t just the way his face is. A perpetual frowner, almost. Barrett seems similar; the brunet is almost familiar, in a way. Maybe someone he’d met in a previous life, somewhere far away from here, if Jake believed in that sort of thing.

"Hey!” Trailing behind the mammoth only got him ignored, and Jake wonders if he’d even noticed him from all the way up there. His brows bounce upwards when Barrett wheels to consider him, though he remains steely-faced despite his initial alarm, quickly regaining composure. 

“...Your name,” he tries, a little lamely, one pale index finger raised, it curls towards his palm as he falters. He didn’t receive a reply as quick as he’d wanted, so, a little more considerative, he slants his eyes and rephrases; “What’s your name?”

@buck-and-bear-it