#oeuvrage

[apoprockindajock]

for @oeuvrage

"Stop smiling at me like that." Coffee eyes widen, as Conrad realizes he's been caught. He actually brought a hand up to his mouth, as though in disbelief he could've actually been smiling enough to have been seen. Nope, he definitely had been. Busted, he thought, as a dull red brushed the tips of his ears. Despite his own embarrassment at being caught, Conrad's smile only grew wider, to the point it wouldn't be off base to call it a grin. There was defiance to it, though a noticeable lack of meanness as he let out a soft chuckle. "Who said I was smiling at you? Maybe I was just smilin' and you happened to walk in the path of it." Conrad's eyes went wide, as though he'd just offered a truly profound alternate answer for his expression. It fell though, as a little smirk graced his features. "And if that's the case, then I could ask why you were looking at me long enough to assume I was smiling at you. Real chicken and the egg situation on our hands, if we aren't careful."

[bykacie]

(grip)  -  ryan  grabs  nadine  by  their  shirt.  whatever  they  did,  they  probably  deserve  it. 

@oeuvrage

Nadine did like to fuck around, quite a bit. What did not help that they had been drinking, and everyone was laughing at their shenanigans. One step too far, and suddenly they’re about to get their shit kicked in. Or at least, Nadine is assuming. It’s hard to read his mind, their own head is swimming a little.

“Come on man, I’m the birthday boy.” This is not true. Just something they saw online once. “You wouldn’t hit the birthday boy.”

[apoprockindajock]

❛❛  i  wasn't  waiting  for  you,  i  just  happened  to  be  here.  ❜❜  he  says,  having  waited  at  least  seven  minutes. 

The look on Conrad's face was pure knowing, even as he held his hands up in a placating motion as he sidestepped Ryan to begin restocking some miscellaneous pop cassette tapes. He'd just returned from his first smoke break of the day (he WAS actively trying to cut back, but until he could get home and smoke something a little more relaxing, he had to settle) to find the other in the exact spot he'd mentioned being in when he returned. "Funny, I didn't think you were waiting for me until you said you weren't." Conrad mentioned, pushing a stray lock of hair from out of his face. He'd woken up late and not been able to brew coffee that morning, and he was feeling a little less amped up than he often did. All the same though, his mind raced with noise and a need for stimulation. And Akagi was good for a bit of stimulation now and again. Mental stimulation, JUST mental stimulation. Came with the other being kind of an obnoxious idiot but not to the point it made Conrad completely want to bash his head into a wall (though some days he acted more tempted than others.) "So, assuming I'm right, why were you waiting on me? And if I'm wrong, can you piss off so I can work?"

[apoprockindajock]

❛❛  you're  always  sorry.  it's  not  your  fault.  ❜❜  after  a  particularly  rude  customer  makes  a  complaint. 

A plume of smoke leaves Conrad's mouth, rough brick digging into his back as he leans against the shop's outer wall near the back door. He felt like he'd just about had it, and it wasn't even 3 yet. How was he going to make it another 5 hours there at this rate? He'd barely managed to make it outside, gritting his teeth and keeping his head down. He really had hoped things would get easier once he graduated. Had really thought that the diploma he just barely managed to scrape up would grant him reprieve from highschool level bullshit and people who were mean only for the sake of a quick rush of shallow validation. Hah. Perhaps he hadn't lost all his naivete yet. He heard the backdoor open again, dark coffee brown eyes sliding over to meet the bespectacled ones of his coworker (and frequent pain in his ass.) He shifted the gaze quickly, opening his mouth to tell him he really really wasn't in the mood. Only to be left struck silent by what Ryan ended up saying. Conrad just starred at the other, searching the shorter man's face for some sign of deceit or mockery. And when he couldn't find any, he sighed, offering a shrug. "Yeah, I know. But I'm starting to think that sayin' sorry for shit that isn't my fault actually might be part of the job. 'Keep the place clean, stock the shelves, and let people berate you.' Bet that last one is written in fine print, right in the dot of an i or something." Conrad took another puff of his cigarette, blowing out slowly before looking at Ryan, arching an eyebrow at his coworker. "Tell me- do I really seem like I'd know where the classic bluegrass shit would be? And that I'd know what to fuckin' recommend even if I did?" He asked, shaking his head in bemusement.

To see someone get so upset over banjo music would've been funny, had he not been the target of said fury.