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[smokedout]

[As usual, Dodger seems to have an aversion to doors to any sort of announcement of his presence. After their video chat ends, several minutes pass by until he just sort of appears from the floor in a burst of sparks. His breathing is a bit louder than usual, but only because he teleported repeatedly to get here.

In all honesty, he doesn't know where they stand after their last encounter. So he keeps his distance, offering Enis a lazy wave.]

Hey.

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[blindpuppet]

[She isn't surprised when Dodger suddenly appears at the foot of her bed.]

Hey. [Enis shifts and moves so that her back is resting against the far wall.] Sit. [She gestures to the end of the bed as she takes a swig from the bottle. Living in the dorms means that she doesn't have glasses readily available but they've shared fluids worse than spit so she assumes that he won't mind.]

Here.

[She passes him the bottle, suddenly thankful that their the only ones currently at the dorms.]

[smokedout]

[He takes the bottle and slides onto the bed in a single motion, before adjusting himself to sit more comfortably. For a moment he just swirls the bottle and watches the liquid inside, before downing just under a quarter of it. It's like drinking the nectar of the gods, after being cut off from anything stronger than wine.]

Holy fuck. [He gasps, before passing it back to her with a mild laugh.] This and a couple joints could make a night.

[blindpuppet]

Drugs don't affect me so I have never understood the allure.

[She takes the bottle of whiskey back and takes a healthy swig though not as much as he'd inhaled. Enis also keeps it in her lap for a little while so she can take a few more sips before it's gone.]

But you came to tell me a story.

Didn't you?

[smokedout]

They don't, huh?

[That's a third date idea out the window. Some less than kind part of his brain itches with curiosity, but he pushes it down.]

I did, sure. About me and Stevenson, yeah? We met a couple months back, through work. Don't know where my boss finds people, but I sorta handle the, ah, HR and training for new folks. Make sure they're ready for the sort of work we do. Far as I'm concerned, Stevenson's still in training.

[He'd slipped up with Jason around and called him by his first name, but without him around he wants it clear that they aren't friends. It's for his pride, mostly.]

[blindpuppet]

[It isn't that drugs don't effect Enis but it takes an awful lot. It's the same way with alcohol which is why she can probably drink Dodger under the table despite being so small.]

Not to my knowledge but I don't have much experience with anything besides medical treatments. [Which she carefully composes herself.

Enis takes another sip of the whiskey and then another.] You are in HR? [That almost makes her laugh.]

What sort of work is that?

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[snowjoke]

hey... i'm not a dog

uh

you free?

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[blindpuppet]

[She's a little surprised to see a message from Jason but it's an oddly pleasant surprise. After pausing in her work she sends him a text back.]

I'm free. I'm in the first dorm if you want to talk in person.

[snowjoke]

[There's no answer for a few minutes before he decides to text back]

pls


ill be there soon


[It's 20 minutes before Jason show's up and all there is a very quiet knock on the door.]

[blindpuppet]

Come in. I'm not getting up.

[Enis is sitting on her bed with her laptop balanced on her knees in front of her. She has on a large baggy sweater that acts as a dress.

She lives in the dorms with a handful of others but no one else seems to be around right now.]

Sit, relax or don't. Whatever works.

[snowjoke]

[The door swings open and Jason stumbles in swinging it half hazard behind him. He does not have any of the energy that was there before. He was in some pajamas that looks like he's been in them for a few days.

He makes his way over and just climbs onto her bed curling up against her side. He was very sad and has been having a hard time keeping it together.

He was a long stick-thin man who looks like he hasn't slept in awhile. He doesn't say anything to her, just curls into her side. ]

[blindpuppet]

Jay- [She doesn't get out his full name before her voice chokes off.

Vibrant blue eyes take in his appearance almost clinically as he curls against her side. A blind man would see that he isn't alright but this is not Enis's area of expertise.

She lightly brushes her fingers through his hair, hoping that it is in some form conforting.

Enis is really not good at this...

FL Studios is open on her computer so she takes her headsets and gently places them on Jason's head, playing the song she'd been working on when he'd first messaged her. It wasn't much but it was a eat insight into her, one that she didn't share with others.]

Closed to Rhys [Working Hard]

[blindpuppet]

[Enis's work area was relatively clean. She knew where everything was and had a two foot section of the table that was cleared of anything that she wasn't giving her immediate attention too. Right now it was a simple repair on a radio and she isn't really paying attention to what she's doing since it's such an easy task.

It's moments like these that she makes herself more aware of what Rhys is doing. They have managed to work in harmony these last few weeks but there are times when he distracts her to the point where it's dangerous.

The soldering iron clips the tip of her finger and she curses, pressing her palm to her forehead to fight back the program that's trying to rev in her head.]

Fuck me.

[Enis groans as she drops everything onto the table.]

[10milliondollars]

[Rhys is working across the room from Enis, keys clacking away on a computer. He's working on a program for the legs he'd promised Ivar. He jumps when he hears her curse, turning to see what's going on.]

Enis? You okay? What happened?

[blindpuppet]

[Enis shakes her head and then realizes that he might not be looking at her.]

I'm fine. [Her voice is tense as she finally gets the fail safe under control. She's made a point to prove that she can work on her own here but burning herself on a soldering iron is not supporting it.] Just burnt my finger.

Fucking nickle.

[She's soldering a control board hence she's using nickle instead of another element.

It isn't really like her to zone out but it is like her to swear.]

[10milliondollars]

If you're sure...

[Rhys is used to her being more controlled in the work space, though. This is the first time he's seen her make a careless mistake, even if it's a minor one.]

It's not like you to get distracted, though. Got something on your mind?

[blindpuppet]

[She's ready to disregard the incident but something has her hesitating. Lately she's been more distracted than usual and it's dangerous.]

Maybe. I'm not sure where my mind is right now.

[Enis leans back in her seat and runs her fingers through her hair.]

Maybe I need a break. [Except that she doesn't usually take breaks.]

Continue: NSFW

[blindpuppet]

[Continue from here.]

Enis inhaled a sharp breath as his breath curled around her ear. It was hard to think with Rhys's hands on her thighs, gripping her waist and holding her against him but she tried to answer his question anyway. "Don't leave a mark." Her breath was hot against his neck as her finger nails trailed down his back. She left faint red marks but they would be gone by morning.

"No using Rhys's name." She continued softly.

She didn't know what else to say was off limits. Rhys hadn't exactly tried to do much out of what Enis knew. Of course she knew what existed on the internet but tonight might be a night of trial and error.

"If anything else comes to mind I'll let you know."

[10milliondollars]

"No marks, don't use loverboy's name. You got it~" he answers. He trails a line of kisses down her neck, gradually making his way to her collar bone, then making a beeline for the small valley between her breasts. It's tempting to pause here, to unclasp her bra and push it off her delicate shoulders, but he's got something a little more devious in mind.

He picks up his trail below the band, glancing up to gauge her reaction. As he moves lower, he sinks to his knees, finally bringing himself face-to-face with her groin. Rather than dive right in, however, he trails his lips down the inside of one thigh, sprinkling in little nips here and there.

[blindpuppet]

Small pinpricks of fire trail down the center of her chest in the wake of Rhys's mouth. She tries not to think of him as Rhys but it is him, even if his touch is so different. Her chest rises which each breath as she leans back and watches him lower himself between her thighs.

It's so hard not to think of Rhys.

Her lips part slightly and a sharp inhale of breathe echoes through the apartment. His teeth scrapes along the sensitive flesh and her body responses eagerly.

"You're a coy one, aren't you?" She tried to keep her voice steady but he was doing a good job and Enis couldn't fight the desires and reactions of her body. They were entirely outside of her control.

She reaches forward and laces her fingers through his hair as she directs his head. "I'm tired of waiting." And she didn't think he'd give a damn if she was forceful about it.

[10milliondollars]

Jack chuckles darkly at the use of force, his breath ghosting over the crotch of her panties. Teasingly, he licks over the fabric, tossing her a wink as he does. He doesn't wait for a reaction or more direction before he reaches up to tug the thin fabric aside.

"Y'know, on the upside, he'll see how much you're enjoying this, and maybe he'll pick up a tip or four," he says as he thumbs at her folds. "He doesn't strike me as the super experienced type~"

Quickly, he replaces his thumb with his tongue, licking into her slowly, keeping up with his teasing. After a few strokes, he pauses to pay special attention to her clit, using the tip of his tongue to draw circles and flick over it.

A surprise sometime in December

[gadaboutdetective]

[When Enis returned to her shop one afternoon, she would find a small bundle of flowers left on her workbench with a small note. The flowers were arranged nicely to make a full-looking bouquet tied with a teal chiffon ribbon.

The flowers were selected carefully, with specific meanings. Zinnia for everlasting friendship, apple blossom for preference, pansy for a friend you think of often, and Eucalyptus for protection and to strengthen the bond of friendship to last. It was a traditional selection for a bouquet gifted to friends in his era, and Llewellyn was surprisingly sentimental (sappy) enough to share such things. Especially where he found himself comfortable enough since arriving here to embrace his love of flowers and floriography.

The note read (along with a description of what the flowers meant):]

I’m not sure if you like flowers, but I thought I might share these with you in appreciation for your friendship. It has been said that I can be a difficult sort both to work with and befriend, so I thank you for having the patience to do both. You’ve become one of my most trusted friends and have made my stay here that much better for knowing you.

With my deepest respect,
Det. Watts.

P. S. Though admittedly I considered a bouquet more suited towards an apology for breaking things, but I believe what’s done is unfortunately done where that’s concerned.

(ooc: This is just a little nice thing he’s doing for his closest cr this month, as mentioned it definitely doesn’t need to be a thread or anything where there is a lot going on! We can refer back to it later but it was fun to write these little letters up :3)

A surprise a few days later...

[blindpuppet]

[Enis tries to enter his office and leave before Llewellyn is able to catch her. She doesn't celebrate holidays and had planned to let this one pass like all the others but now she has a friend and-- it feels like she should do something.

And her gift isn't nearly as sappy as his. It does, however, take into account his idiosyncrasies with technology. Inside a perfectly wrapped brown package is a leather notebook that the detective can carry with him. There were also plastic tabs that he could use to mark pages and keep notes.

Tucked into the notebook is a lackluster typed note.]

So you don't always have to use the computer or those random ass pieces of paper that end up everywhere. I can make you one for each case if you like it.

-E

[gadaboutdetective]

[Enis would have been very amused by Llewellyn’s expression when he found the gift. It was probably the closest thing one could achieve to a ‘blue screen’ on a computer in human form. He certainly wasn’t used to getting gifts, and he hadn’t been expecting anything in return for the flowers. It was honestly perfect for him, he’d been in need of something just like it.

Since she’d slipped out before he got it, she would eventually find a note thanking her. It was definitely easier than bringing it up when he saw her next, able to give her his thanks coherently. No awkward fumbling or worry.]

Thank you, Enis. The notebook was very thoughtful, it’s just what I need to keep things a little more organized. I will probably take you up on your offer, I do tend to fill up notebooks very quickly though.

Sincerely,
Det. Watts

[blindpuppet]

[Enis doesn't like these notes back and forth but there is one last thing she has to do. She makes about ten more of the same notebook and leaves them, once again, on Llewellyn's desk.

This time the note is shorter.]

Shut up.

Literally.
I don't want another note.
-E