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aerokinetical‌:

“Yeah,” Graham nodded in agreement, “Sometimes, the best mistakes lead to better things.  Even if it’s with a mistaken order.”  Over the years, Graham had learned to accept the things that happen and learned how to react to them accordingly.  There were things that could be done and things that couldn’t - he spent so much of his childhood trying to fix things that were out of his control, but at that time, he was just a child.  

“Cогласен.” Caoimhe smiled softly as she glanced down at her food. It may not have been exactly what she ordered; but there was nothing wrong with it. Though after a moment, she glanced back towards the man she was now conversing with, realizing she’d said the wrong thing. “Sorry.” She apologized. “Me agree with yer statement... Some mistakes turn out for best.”

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confession: in the Russian alphabet, the letter х is pronounced like a hard h so whenever I see a phrase like “Sorry for your loss xoxo”, instead of hugs and kisses my brain always briefly interprets it as  "Sorry for your loss HOHOHO" like some jolly Santa Schadenfreude laughter there

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celcstivls‌:

king raised an eyebrow. “communications? sounds interesting.” he was lying. it sounded like hell. then again, it wasn’t like king was the best at communication. “well, try to take care of yourself, uh.. what was your name, again?” he didn’t even know if she ever gave him her name. 

Caoimhe could tell he was lying. Most people found communications to be anything but interesting; and in all honesty, she did too. It wasn’t what she wanted to do for the rest of her life; but for right now, it was a job. And it paid well. “Caoimhe. Me name’s Caoimhe.” She momentarily switched back to English, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself yet. “Как вас зовут?”

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belevine‌:

Brett looked over to Caiomhe.  They both may have been aliens, but she was definitely a strange one - that was a thought that he knew that Callista would have given him a smack right upside his head for.  He shrugged at her.  “My ma was never a fan of big dinners,” Brett could remember all of the lessons his human parents had taught him before he moved over to Ceres Centropolis.  He laughed, “She always said eat like a King for breakfast, a noble during the day and then a pauper at night but she was always believed she need to be a on diet.”  His brows furrowed momentarily before he smirked, “Teacakes are a snack.  Real food’s like full course meal.  I usually go to the Brazilian Steakhouse but with those monster sightings, it’s hard for me to sit back and eat real meals.”

Brett’s words made little sense to Caoimhe. What did it mean to eat like a king for breakfast, a noble during the day, and then a pauper at night? She thought about inquiring for more of an explanation; but she thought her face said it all. Maybe she’d understand more if she actually knew what a pauper was. And weren’t a king and a noble the same thing? She still found English confusing, especially at times like this. “Cannot say I’ve been to the Brazilian Steakhouse. Me like steak though... But me get what ye mean about monster sightings.”

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aprfctionist‌:

He didn’t really get the aliens working around Inner Sanctum and even the one that he liked the most, the Field Commander, Brett, he couldn’t really understand. From his experience, the aliens at work either talked too much or too little and this one talked too little. “You don’t need to say sorry if you didn’t do anything wrong.” He started. Benny wondered if it was a cultural thing as pertaining to Earth or an offworld thing. “Are you heading back to work or do you still got some time out?” 

“Sor—” Caoimhe stopped herself, knowing she didn’t have to apologizing when she didn’t do anything wrong. It was just a force of habit. “Habit.” She said instead, hoping he’d understand. It was honestly just how she was raised; and upon coming to Earth, she learned it could be considered annoying at times. But she couldn’t help herself. She’d just apologize whenever she felt necessary; and about half the time, she still found herself apologizing in her native Dhéizhda tongue. “Me have about twenty minutes before I’ll go back... What about ye?”

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celcstivls‌:

king shrugged, as if it was no big deal that he spoke the same language. “i’ve learned a lot of languages,” he waved it off. he didn’t want to explain how he had time to learn multiple languages. “what is it you do for work?” king ignored the people staring at them.

Now Caoimhe knew she couldn’t exactly answer that question. The Inner Sanctum was a secret government organization; and the work that was done there had to stay secret as well. “Я работаю в общении.” She kept her answer short and sweet, sending a soft smile in his direction and hoping he didn’t ask where exactly she worked.

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aerokinetical‌:

Graham watched quietly as the woman stepped aside.  His expression turned into one of concern as she walked away;  people didn’t always have to say things, body language was a factor that gave more than words.  As he grabbed his coffee, he looked over to the woman, “Was everything you needed there?”  He looked at her and nodded, “Since you haven’t left, if something’s wrong, you should get them to fix it before you leave.”

As the other spoke, Caoimhe, looked up from her bag of pastries and glanced back towards him. “Um, it’s okay. Sometimes mistakes turn out for better.” To her, it really wasn’t the biggest of deals that the café messed up her order. It wasn’t like they’d given her something she was allergic to or gave her the wrong order entirely. Besides, the line was long; and she didn’t want to be a bother to the kid working behind the counter. He already seemed stressed enough trying to keep up with the lunch rush.

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belevine‌:

“I mean, you got a craving for something, you got a craving for it,” Brett said with a shrug.  The Field Commander had never been someone who denied himself the pleasures of life, especially when it came to things that he was able to take care of himself.  “You’re going to get super hungry if that’s all you’re eating for lunch.  Unless, you’re like three dozen tea cakes.”  Brett stepped around her as he reached for his flat white coffee with three espresso shots;  he lifted the lid to make sure that everything as in order before he nodded over to the other agent.  “One of these days, I should take you to get real food,” he laughed as he put the lid of his coffee back down, “But there’s been no time to do anything lately.”

“Only one dozen.” Though Caoimhe was fairly certain she could finish three dozen tea cakes in one sitting given the chance. The little pastries were delicious; and they’d become one of her favorites. She just liked sugar. “Small lunches are me thing. Then bigger dinner.” She stated, pausing for a moment as she watched him check over his own order. “What do ye consider being ‘real food’?” She then inquired, genuinely curious. 

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celcstivls‌:

“extremely. you have a heavy accent and don’t have the nuances of the language down entirely.” like using me instead of i. it was a little annoying, but then again, not everyone had the time king had to learn new languages. “siberia, hm?” king paused. “what made you come to ceres? or scotland?” he asked in russian. he was a little rusty, but knew she would be able to understand. 

Caoimhe knew her accent was heavy; and she knew certain words and phrases only amplified its thickness. But she tried. It’d actually improved a bit since she’d come to Ceres Centropolis a few years back; but she knew there was still much about the English language she had yet to learn. “Ты говоришь по-русски?” She inquired, honestly surprised to hear the tongue come from the other’s mouth. “Моя семья переехала в Шотландию. Затем я переехал сюда на работу.”

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celcstivls‌:

wow, the accent was getting old. “and where is it you’re from?” king knew plenty of languages, both from living and traveling as long as he had and from learning out of sheer boredom. maybe they could talk in her native tongue. 

“That obvious?” Caoimhe inquired, knowing she made it pretty easy to spot the fact she wasn’t from around here. She tried to blend in more; but between the fact English was her third language and Earth had so many different customs and traditions to  Dhéizhalmh, it was tough. “Siberia. Then Scotland... And before that, very far away from here.” She wasn’t gonna mention the fact it was a different planet entirely. She knew not everyone was fully accepting of aliens.

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amovrmort‌:

Impatience was not a trait that Jeanne enjoyed displaying but with her arms folded over her chest as her foot lightly tapped on the ground, she knew that was a trait she embodied entirely.  The Sin of Lust had spent a majority of the day catching up with the recent events - including the brawl that happened in front of The Gamble with some of its more infamous members - so coffee was an elixir that she could deny.  A sharp, long sigh came from her as she rolled her eyes;  her eyes settled on her watch as she counted the seconds as they passed.

“Was it a difficult order?” Jeanne offered the question, “Usually, that’s what makes them a long time to make.  That’s also when I take a long time to double-check my order.”

“Um... No. Not very.” Caoimhe shook her head as she finished checking over her order. She’d double checked it and had contemplated triple checking it; but she figured it’d be best to get out of the way of the woman behind her. If she got back to her desk later and noticed something was missing or wrong, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Coffee was still coffee; and pastries were still pastries. She really wasn’t picky, even though she was in the mood for something more specific today.

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aerokinetical‌:

Coffee seemed to the panacea for everything, especially that afternoon drawl.  Graham may have had a busy day running Rhapsody, but that club-owner could not hide himself away from that afternoon sleepiness that settled itself in him.  He set his order out and while the man was usually patient, at this point, he really needed his coffee.  Quietly, he stood behind the woman who seemed to be taking longer than normal to check her order and he let out an impatient sigh but hadn’t said anything.

“Nah, you make sure everything’s right before you walk away,” Graham said before he added, “It’d be worse if you just walk out without all of your order there.”

Stepping aside, Caoimhe pushed her order further down the counter, allowing the man some room to grab his food or place his order or whatever it was he had to do. “Still. Sorry to take so long.” She apologized, feeling it was only polite. She’d noticed the other’s sigh; and that had been part of what alerted her to someone hovering behind her as she checked her order for any potential inaccuracies. Usually this café was spot-on; but that didn’t mean there were times they messed up. Like today, actually. The blonde just noticed she’d been given six tea cakes and six cream puffs instead of twelve tea cakes like she’d ordered. 

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belevine‌:

“Hey, no one’s rushing you,” Brett replied to his fellow Inner Sanctum agent.  He gave her a shrug and a smile, “You’re good, take your time.”  The Field Commander wasn’t the type to rush people when it came to food - his adoptive family had always expressed that eating was something to be savored, not rushed.  He nodded over to her, “Did you get everything you ordered?”

Realizing who was standing behind her, Caoimhe glanced over her shoulder and gave Brett a warm smile. “Mmhmm.” She nodded softly before picking her items up off the counter. “Me knows it’s not the best lunch; but it’s one of those days.” Actually, it was always an iced coffee and tea cakes sort of day. As far as Earth food went, they were by far some of the best.

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aprfctionist‌:

“Nah ma. I’ve been busy eating my greens, don’t you worry. I’ve got things under control and Bry’s boutta come over for Thanksgiving. Ma, everything will be all chill, promise.” He looked at the woman in front of him and raised a brow. He wasn’t talking to her. “Love you, Ma. See you next week.” He then hung up. “I wasn’t talking to you… Ain ’t no problem.” He moved around her and got his drink.

Right. Caoimhe figured the other hadn’t been speaking to her. His words didn’t sound directed her way. But then again, she hadn’t been paying attention to what he’d been saying. She’d only really noticed how close in proximity he’d been standing to her. And it made her question if he was waiting for something at the counter. “Sorry.” She muttered anyway, deciding to step aside. Her order checked out; so she figured it’d be best to get out of the other’s way.

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It was lunchtime; and there was really only one thing the blonde was craving: iced coffee. There was a little café not far from where she worked; and Caoimhe had been known to frequent it whenever she got the chance. For one, they made the best iced coffee and didn’t look at her funny when she asked for extra ice. And two, they had the best little tea cakes whose sugar coatings reminded her of a fresh snowfall. Plus nothing beat coffee and sweets. 

“If ye give me a minute, I shall be out of the way.” She stated as she double checked her order at the counter, the feeling of someone looming behind her prompting her to speak up.