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

Certainly Richard's words had more than a hint of truth to them; anyone that would choose a hulking horse trailer over a more sensible moving van couldn't possibly know what they were getting into, or what sort of repercussions their actions would have. But it couldn't be helped now, for the only course was to get Richard's belongings upstairs in an expedient manner. Dominic nodded at Richard's noting of how this was almost a case of good intentions gone wrong, though the side of his mouth quirked upwards in humor at the name Richard had for the trailer. It was more ridiculous hearing it in person, and yet entirely fitting.

Dominic freed the bungee cord he was working on as Richard dove into his career prospects. He couldn't help but be a little more interested in the man, having now learned what business he chose to make a profession in--PR was different than what Dominic did for a living, but there was still a basic level of communication needed in both their occupations, a desire to put information out into the world and, hopefully, have it be received in a positive light.

"PR? That's great. I'm a writer for Along the Bay--one of the local magazines." Work was an easy topic for Dominic to latch onto and talk about, perhaps too easy. He finished with a second bungee cord and moved the freed box, setting it down where it'd be easy to bring it to the open end of the trailer and stack it with its mates onto a dolly. While he worked to free another box, he answered Richard's questions.

"I grew up in Fountain Valley," he said, "but I went to school in Northridge. My family's from Veracruz, originally." One bungee cord down, one to go. Dominic chuckled at Richard's last question, shrugging a little. "Wear lots of sunscreen," Dominic offered, "and don't get too carried away with the 'surfer' image." He was loosening up a bit, and perhaps talking about his job, however briefly, had helped him to be somewhat at ease. Still, he cast a glance towards the apartment building, wondering when Vanessa would return.