|Benjamin Morgan ≈ Osiris (of_laconism) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-09-26 21:40:00
|Entry tags:||apollo, osiris|
I am Jack's cold sweat.
Who: Benjamin and Luc
What: Someone needs a job. Someone else is willing to help.
When: right after this conversation.
Warnings: Other than Ben's internal monologue, none yet.
Twenty minutes later found Benjamin standing before the door to D1, trying to calm his jangling nerves. It had already taken him forever to find a pair of slacks and a shirt that properly straddled two different borders: casual and non, masculine and feminine.
He'd intended to aim for more masculine, but the only shirt that had looked right just so happened to be lilac, and he'd been distracted from looking through his still-packed bags by the realization that he hadn't seen his straightening iron since he moved. More specifically, he hadn't seen it since April, when his cousin Sandy had borrowed it to prepare for a school dance. Not a problem in Ohio, where his hair generally obeyed his every whim with minimal fuss. In California however, something in the climate did horrible things such as make his naturally wavy hair prone to disagree with any hairstyle other than 'down'.
The fruitless search for the missing appliance had eaten up the majority of the time, leaving him with enough left to wrangle his hair into a ponytail and throw on the ankle boots he'd worn earlier before running out the door with his folder.
He'd even forgotten to wash off his make-up, something Benjamin only realized when he was raising his hand to knock on the other man's door. Briefly he considered running back to remove it, but decided against it in interests of punctuality. True, Luc hadn't given him a set time, but it still wouldn't speak well of his time management skills to make the other man wait all day. Besides, he'd gone for the natural look today anyway.
Benjamin took a deep breath to calm his nerves, plastered a very sincere-looking smile on his face, and knocked on the door to D1.