datadiving | lobcorp/ruina AU catchall

Button-up shirt in either black or white, purple waistcoat--more on the muted side if you would-, black slacks, black shoes, and a long coat in purple--again, muted colors preferred, but I don't care if the shade matches the waistcoat exactly--and either a tie or cravat depending on personal preference. Pinstripe is fine if you prefer the aesthetic, coats are optional in the Summer, and, of course, allowances are made depending on prosthetics.

[He rattles the requirements off without looking up from the paper, tone casual as can be. He pauses after a moment to look up, wearing a dry, all-too-amused smile.]

Depending on how I feel, I might allow a button or two on the coat. A handful of pieces for morale's sake can't hurt.

How generous. [ His voice is equally dry, though his smile quirks up at the end, a betrayal of his amusement. It's an extensive list, but he expected no less. ] Easy enough to follow. I'll get something together by tomorrow. [ Unlike before - and before seems so long ago now, but that was the City for you - he's much more able to rapidly procure things that he desires. ]

Do you have any preferences for weapons? [ He still has his equipment...but he also has something else, something wholly new he still doesn't quite understand. ] Or does the dress code make an exemption?

[He shakes his head.]

Nope. I'd prefer to point us in the direction of notary work, so weapons are for your protection. Go with whatever makes you comfortable. Hell, I've got a workshop contact if you need any extra equipment.

I have my own arrangements, so you don't need to pull any strings quite yet. [ As if to accentuate his point, bandages snake out from his sleeves, winding themselves around his fingers like they have a mind of their own. ]

I suppose that's all for the business side of things. [ He visibly hesitates, and then glances to the side, before looking at him again. His expression is less sharp. ]

...How's your recovery going? Nothing bothering you too much? [ He hadn't looked up the details. It had felt wrong, gut wrenchingly voyeuristic. He couldn't even pass the frozen, shattered remains of what had been a portion of a Nest without wincing. ]

[Avery's smile disappears in an instant, eyes as cold as the ice that had covered his home.]

If you really want this job, I suggest you keep questions like that to yourself.

[ He just smiles, which might seem like an odd response to Avery's reprimand, but his eyes are, suddenly, placidly empty.

He was a Color, after all. Stifling emotional responses is all part of the job. ]

Understood. [ He turns on his heel to leave, before pausing at the door. ]

Is there anything else you need from me?

[He waits until Ekke turns around to let out a breath, slow and shaky, lets his grip ease a little on the pen he's holding, white knuckles slowly regaining color.

When he speaks again he just sounds tired. Worn.]

No. That's all. Everything should be in order by tomorrow morning.

[ He catches the sound, the almost imperceptible noise of pressure held being released. His own response is much less visible, but he hesitates for the barest fraction of a second.

The backwards glance he gives him, easy to miss, is something uncomfortably sad and awkward and reminiscent of a person he can no longer be, hardened over as he is. ]

Very well. I'll be here for work tomorrow.

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