sman_not_spidey (sman_not_spidey) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-04-04 05:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | miguel o'hara, tigra |
Taking Work Home
Who: Miguel O'Hara and Greer Nelson
Where: Miguel's Apartment, New York City, NY
When: 4/4
What: Miguel prepares for a visit from Greer. He thinks there'll be canoodling. But it turns out she's here on registration-related orders....
Rating: TBD, but there'll be an argument, certainly
Life without repair and cleaning drones had taken some getting used to, but Miguel O'Hara was managing. He still had a tendency to ask for his holo-assistant Lyla on occasion before remembering that she was still decades away from being created. Those occasions included -- but were not limited to -- waking up in the morning, showering, morning coffee and breakfast, turning on the television, running any appliance really, and cleaning up after himself. But because he didn't have Lyla close at hand, he was steadily learning how to get through the day without her.
At the moment, he was trying to get his apartment cleaned up for Greer's arrival. She was a busy SHIELD agent, and he was a busy geneticist and occasional costumed vigilante, but they still found time to show up at each other's places on a regular basis. They were there when they needed each other, and they also had a whole state's worth of space from each other when they needed that as well. But that just meant that when they did spend time together, they tried to make the most of it.
As Miguel picked up random items strewn about his apartment (he was finding dirty socks everywhere, and he wasn't even sure he owned that many), he spoke his thoughts out loud for his computer to dictate. His brain was churning over a particular genetics project, so he multitasked by having his PC -- Lyle -- record his train of thought for later review.
The doorbell rang as he was in mid-sentence, and he almost shouted, "Not now!" before he remembered that he was expecting company of the tiger-striped persuasion. "Lyle, save document. Enter sleep mode." He tossed his armful of socks into a clothes basket, then leaped over the couch to reach the front door. She had the key, and she could open it herself, but he was being a gentleman.
Unlocking the door, he greeted her with a smile that he hoped was charming, what with his sharp fangs. "How've you been, Greer? C'mon in!" He hoped whatever she'd wanted to talk to him about could wait until after they'd spent a few hours reuniting.