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Dominic Ramírez || Quetzalcoatl (plumageablaze) wrote in paxletalelogs,

The filters were used to gesticulate for a brief moment, their owner trying on a smile that, if it didn't brighten his current sick visage, did wonders for his sense of humor. Dominic smiled again, taking the much desired filters from Benjamin carefully so as to not tear them. One of these days he'd cut back on his coffee intake, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Especially not tonight.

"I took the elevator, but thanks. I'll pay you back, man." He was itching to get back upstairs and finish what he'd started--especially now that he had everything he needed. He would be true in his word to Benjamin, albeit he'd only met the man less than an hour ago. It'd be easy enough to schedule a trip to the store tomorrow in order to pick up extra filters, among a few other things (killing two birds with one stone was always a productive way to handle life, and Dominic was fond of opportunities in which this was made possible).

"See you around, yeah?" Leaving now was probably right on schedule with the appropriate goodbyes that he'd already made, and Dominic did so. The sound of Benjamin's door closing in the otherwise empty hallway was oddly loud. Dominic figured if he heard a knock on his door later that night it'd be a surprise, even if it'd been him that'd freely made the proposal. Benjamin, if he actually went on his walk, would be better off getting rest rather than wandering around the second floor of Pax.

The first thing Dominic did upon returning home was start a new pot of coffee, relief coursing through him as everything quickly got back on track. He wrote to the steady, soft dripping of the changed water that eventually filled the pot, the sound reaching him in the livingroom from the kitchen. It was a comfort to hear it, as much of a comfort as actually having a few cups of coffee.