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//been doing school things and preparing for my flight on saturday. All next week I will be at my sisters. So in the meantime im limiting myself to my xmen/sibling rp and giving the rest a sort of hiatus break since running them all at the moment would be difficult.
I will check in on everyone now and then but for the most part I will be over at Shadow-siblings.
"Fuck. Yeah, I’ll leave a damn message, I guess. But more importantly, do you know if she brought any cookies today?"
He didnt know what to expect but he was a bit taken back by the adrupt curses, "Uhm, ja I belives zo? I sink zere ist a batch or two in zee break room."
"Agent Lance Richmond and yes, everything is going well. Thank you very much for asking. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Agent Stueck." The other man had a genuinely friendly disposition about him that Lance couldn’t help but find admirable. It was rare to find someone in this business who hadn’t turned themselves into machines for the sake of efficiency and their duty.
"As iz vis you. I 'aven't had many comes by to svay hallo yet." Which he didn't mind, he knew people were busy and how much work everyone had. He certainly has his share of work to attend to, new or not. "Most 'ave papervork und leetle to say."
"S’fine. Is yer boss around?"
"Morgan? Nein, not at zee moment, but she sh'uld be back zoon. If you vould liek can tell 'er you came srough, pazz on a meszage?"
"Don’t worry, there’s no need to apologize. I heard you were new and thought I’d simply drop by the say hello. Is everything working out well for you so far?"
"Oh, vhy sank you, everysing ist going svell agent...?" Stueck asked curiously.
Stueck was cradling a paper bag over flowing with groceries against his hip, keys at the ready for when he reached his door. There was no real rush but it had been a long day and all he wished to do was get out of the cold and settle in. Not to mention there was a hungry tortoise waiting for him at home. Climbing the stairs to his little town house something caught his eye. Tucked down in the alcove between his neighbors steps and his was a young boy, maybe early teens. He paused a moment and looked around, expecting someone to come forward for the kid. But what he hoped for didn't happen.
"Escuze me? Bursche? Are you ok?" Leonard asked, leaning over the brick banister.
"I'm zorry, I did not zee you zere agent. Iz zere shomezing I can 'elp you vith?"
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"I’m about to pack up for the night, but do you need something?"
"Oh, nein, I vas just pazing srough on my vay to zee cafe'," Leonard gave a tiny smile. He was looking to get a snack and hot chacolate before an all-nighter.
Handing them over, she thanked him. “I am sure you will be just as bogged down as rest of us soon enough,” she spoke.
"I do not think my desk will ever be mess free. Too many translations and organizations to do."
"I'm zure I vill be, but letz hope not." He chuckled lightly and momentarily skimmed through the files. "Look at it zis vay, only you vill know vere every zing is and no one vill mess viz your shtuff." Leonard smiled and looked back up to her.
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"A leetle bit of outshide time vis Gunther to get fresh air iz gut, but a round ohf pool helps if zee time and lokation allovs id.”
//I am going to be working on a short story that is due Friday. But in between i'll be writing drabbles and intros/starters for this guy and others. If anyone would like to plot or just want a starter of sorts feel free to ask :)
"Um…" It took Charlie a second to figure out what exactly it was that was being said, and then collected himself, "Hi, I’m Charlie Kayson, a member of the security team, I’m just going to need to see your badge. It’s probably nothing, but it didn’t register properly when you came in the building and I just need to take a look at it."
He could see the slight confusion in the others features and Leonard knew why almost instantly. "Huh, zat iz shtrange," Leonard stood and pulled his badge from his pocket and glanced at it before handing it over to him, his brow knitting in puzzlement "maybe bekauze id iz new en caught in zee transver?" He tried his best to enunciate his words for Charlies sake, but sometimes that was easier said than done.
"it is quite alright, sir. I just needed to pass on some files to you. If you do not mind. My German is not strong enough to finish these in way Agent Morgan requires. I am glad I am not only one with messy desk," she spoke, smiling sympathetically. She still felt a little lost in all this.
"Oh, ohf courze not, I do not hafe much to do at zee moment anyvayz" he smiled and offered to take the files. With her mention of the desk he felt a bit of relief, "zis? I vind it much eazier to vind sings zis vay. But It von't be like zis for to long avter I zettle in." That could be true but it wouldn't last long knowing his habits.
