serial monogamist.

emmet enright. thirty-two. call center agent with a knack for conversation and social drinking. stereotypical new yorker. serial monogamist.

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ethcnss:

“but age is just a number. it’s nothing in comparison to experience. i can protect people just fine. though i’m now curious, how old do you think i am?” they asked, raising an eyebrow as if challenging the man. “i can do that, i can also just stand there and look pretty. trust me. deals get done easier when attractive people are involved..”  

“I guess you could argue that the older you are, the higher your chance of shattering all your bones in combat.” In the nameless stranger’s defence, Emmet’s certain he wouldn’t hold up against the other in a physical fight. “You’re in your twenties right? Like twenty-one? Twenty-two? I mean, you’re confident but not cocky so you’re not in your first year in college nor have you graduated just yet.” He pauses. “I’m no expert in age-guessing.”

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ethcnss:

“but i could watch you all day.” they would admit they were persistent in their mischief but sincerely, they did want to spend time with him only because they also wanted to evade their homework. “and free wine is always good no matter what. you want someone to watch you back, then i’ll be around. consider me your bodyguard or plus one.” 

“It’s not often that bodyguards are much younger than the people they’re assigned to protect.” He can’t imagine the kid’s in his mid to late twenties, although people tend to live forever nowadays. “But sure, you can throw back the free wine and keep me from rolling my eyes into the back of my head.”

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princessleiakurkovic:

“Especially coming from me. You know, I may not look it, but I’m actually a terrible person. Like a young nerd.”

“Contrasting statement,” Emmet counters, “as the most terrible of people tend to be stubborn to a fault. A true terrible person would claim that they’re not terrible at all. 0/10. Not a believable performance.” His lips crack into a playful grin. “What am I then, if not a young nerd? And don’t say an ‘old nerd’.”

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fire-and-bronze:

“Oh yeah. That’s him. And his brother is honestly the cutest bean. Like…you look at the kid and think you have to protect him from literally everything.” She laughed. “Yeah, I’m kind of a loose canon. That’s how I’ve been described, at least, and it’s not like they’re wrong.”

“Guess I should be grateful that I got the reaction that I got.” She’s memorable, he’ll give her that. “I’ve never really had that sort ofー paternal instinct though. Not even with animals.”

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desert-rain:

“Thanks,” he said. “We…we try.” He swallowed and licked his lip some, hoping that Emmet didn’t notice or didn’t pay much attention. “I think it helps, though. It’d be hard to protect someone you didn’t care for.”

“Yeah. Makes sense.” He can only assume that the subject is a touchy one and so Emmet clears his throat, the noise keeping his own stray thoughts at bay. “But before we start speculating about the meaning of life, let’s get moving. I unfortunately still have an event to tend to and if you’re still in the mood to come along, I’d be grateful.”

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fckhough:

gabe, or brandon as his FALSE identity and nametag says, watches from a distance as some guy with an obviously drunken state of mind strides around the cafe. he has been showing red flags for the last thirty minutes and gabe is surprised his boss hasn’t asked him to kick the drunk out yet. perhaps it’s time for the undercover agent to take matters into his own hands. he walks over to the drunk, hearing him shouting nonsense to another individual close to them. as if to give a warning, he frowns. “sorry to interrupt, has this guy been bothering you?” 

He jerks his head back at a particularly gnarly curse thrown in his direction before tearing his focus to a quieter voice. Emmet pauses, momentarily distracted by a flailing arm. “Ohー it’s alright. I mean, yeah it’s not the friendliest sight but y’know, things like this happen.” His eyes then shift to the other patrons before adding, “not sure if the others are as relaxed as I am though.”

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What would you do if you thought you could do anything you wanted?

“I don’t knowー there’s so much to be wanted. Maybe try to look for another job? Try to actually look at relationships as something genuine and lifechanging rather than a thing required by societal pressure? Think less about external judgement?”

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What are you scared of?

“To look back and realize that I haven’t done anything meaningful in my life. Also snakes.”

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fire-and-bronze:

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “Exactly. True friends are in the cell with you.” She laughed. “OK so like…it was my day off, and I was out clubbing and just got home, and I got called in because there was some kind of emergency break-in or some such…the cover guys ditched and I. Was. Pissed. And there’s Kadir standing in the castle for some reason, drunk he tells me, but I thought he was my coworker because they look a lot alike from behind. So I really thought I was punching the shit out of my coworker. Nope. We had a date on my next day off and, well, here we are, a year later.”

He breaks into a wide grin, unsure if such circumstances actually take place in the real world and yet doubtful that Talia would lie about it. “Kadir’s your boyfriend, I assume? I think I’m more impressed that your first reaction to seeing your coworker, pissed or not, was to swing a punch.”

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desert-rain:

“Oh, no, but like…he does good work and I want him to know he’s appreciated. Plus he’s very good at what he does regardless of any personal feelings that might still be involved.”

Still. His curiosity piques at the wording. “That’s professional of you. It’s easy to get blinded by one’s emotions.”

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princessleiakurkovic:

“Do you have a problem with that? Emmet. You don’t look like an Emmet.”

“Could be worse.” He brushes a stray hair from his temple before cocking a brow up. “What does an Emmet look like?”

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ethcnss:

“oh, you’re adorable.” ethan was known to be a little bit of a flirt and his reaction was giving the younger adult the biggest of smiles. it was all for fun and giggles only though. “what’s the occasion? whoever’s hiring you is a lucky piece of shit. can i come along to this meeting or what?” 

There’re only so many witty ways Emmet can respond before he’s resorting to smirking briefly to himself. “It’s for an event. A work event, but if you want to come with you can. I assure you it’s boring and the complementary wine will do little to fix that,” he offers with a glance.

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What do you like the most about the city?

“The unending activity. No matter where you are there’s always something taking place.”

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hcatheralcott:

Honestly, Heather was far from a pro when it came to fashion, though that didn’t mean that she was entirely clueless - fanciness wasn’t precisely her expertise, so she’d typically settle for something simple and sharp. Sauntering towards him, she tapped her fingers against her lips, then proceeded by bouncing her gaze from his attire to her own, the typical jacket and slightly oversized maroon shirt. “What’s in it for me?” Suddenly, she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her top. “Take off your shirt. Switch it with mine. I snatched this from my brother’s closet a long while ago, it’ll fit you.” 

“Oh. Oh.” He contemplates looking away before following through and jerking his gaze to a nearby wall. “I don’t think I own a single red shirt,” Emmet adds amidst the sounds of ruffling material.

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fire-and-bronze:

She blushed a little and laughed. “I mean, like, not to brag, but I’m smart. At least about this, and I don’t really appreciate people getting it wrong, on purpose or otherwise. It’s why I hate that Ancient Aliens guy, too.” She leaned back. “Indeed you are. See I like to shake things up when I talk to people. When I met my boyfriend the first thing I did was punch him in the face. But then, well, I thought he was somebody else.”

“I appreciate confidence,” he reassures with a chuckle. “Nothing like a bit of jailtime or bruises to solidify a friendship. Accidentally socking someone in the face sounds like a cinematic thing thoughー what’s the story there?”