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Post by carduus on Dec 22, 2007 5:40:19 GMT -6
He looked up to the other Agent - now overtowering him, shoving a plate of cookies into his face. He raised both of his eyebrows, but then took one and smiled. "Thank You. Why don't you sit down for a bit...?"
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Post by androgynos on Dec 22, 2007 6:15:39 GMT -6
Archer was startled by Tucker's unexpectedly 'human' response. He had never seen him smile-smirk, yes- but not actually smile. Fascinating. A smile made him seem quite different somehow. He tilted his head curiously, observing as Tucker finished the cookie. Still curious, he held the plate out again, offering more.
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Post by carduus on Dec 22, 2007 7:47:46 GMT -6
[Lol! This reminds me of goat feeding XD Sorry XD] He looked up again. A bit curious himself as what the other was up to. He grabbed the plate, wanting to take it whole [will the other let him? Causality  ] The kids in the room minded their own business. The telly played some uninteresting pieces and outside there was a sound of two cats fighting over some garbage - a normal Saturday afternoon... ... |
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Post by androgynos on Dec 22, 2007 10:07:34 GMT -6
Archer was a bit surprised by Tuckers greediness. He didn't let go of the plate and he frowned and furrowed his brow. There were four cookies left. He gave three of them to the kids and sat back down. He picked up the last cookie and glancing at Tucker he smirked, raising it to his mouth. He took a bite and gave Tucker a self-satisfied look.
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Post by carduus on Dec 22, 2007 10:13:54 GMT -6
Looks dombfolded - like a kid, who can't believe his Dad just kicked his soccer ball to others to play with.
"Why did you do that?"
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Post by androgynos on Dec 22, 2007 14:40:47 GMT -6
"Because...your manners were bad, that's why. But here.." he said and broke the cookie in half and handed Tucker the unbitten half." ((and he makes a look like this: ^_^ lol))
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Post by carduus on Dec 22, 2007 15:35:32 GMT -6
[O__0' Now thats Tucker's look]
He gingerly accepts the cookie. "Where do you base your evaluation that my manners were bad?"
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Post by androgynos on Dec 23, 2007 0:32:24 GMT -6
"One does not take the whole plate when offered. One takes a single cookie; it's protocol, at least from a 'human' standpoint." he answers, slightly indignant that Tucker would be so crude as to not know basic etiquette.
He looks away as he receives an image; a flashback of some sort. A female person, larger than him is slapping his hand at the dinner table. The room is furnished tastefully, but is somehow cold and sterile. There is a man at the far end of the table, who pays no attention.
This scene cuts out and he's transported to another flashback: He's in a large room, a studio of some sort. There are mirrors. He's dancing with a young, plain girl about 13 or 14. A woman is in the corner, directing, "One two three, one two three. Frank Archer! Keep in time with the music!" Waltzing?
Etiquette, protocol, art, formal dinners. Occasional nods of approval, but no smiles. Practical birthday presents instead of toys. Debutante balls and arranged dates instead of romance. All so organized, so precise and 'just so'. And just so cold.
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Post by carduus on Dec 23, 2007 3:14:35 GMT -6
Tucker bowed his head and blushed. The other was right... no idea why it bothered him so much.
"I would have took just one cookie... and passed it on..." he replied, voice thin and apologetic. He rose. This place was not right. This all system was not right! Since when did Agents lecture each other about table etiquette! Something was changing. And Such major changes meant only one.
Tucker stood by the couch, suddenly his face a deadly mask, realization hitting him: "There is a One."
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Post by androgynos on Dec 23, 2007 6:01:43 GMT -6
"Do you care to explain more about this 'One' and what it has to do with table manners, or lack of them in your case?"
The urge to provoke was still there, but not in so much a mean way as in a teasing way. Archer really had no clue about the origins of his newly developing sense of humor. He only knew that he..lacked one in the previous life. He understood more fully now the point of it though. To bring balance to those who are too serious. If you took yourself too seriously, your tragedy became comedy to everyone around you. Everything revolved around balance..equivalent exchange..seemingly here as well, but with different applications.
He had another flashback, a more recent one: A man with dark hair and gold eyes was arguing with him. "Frank man, you need to lighten up! Don't take everything so serious for fucks sake!" Then Archer would sulk and not speak. Then the other would come to him and slap box him, wrestle him to the floor, laughing. Against his own will, he usually ended up smiling no matter how hard he tried to stay serious. Those memories were the most poignant and painful. It made him feel..empty. Whoever this 'One' was, had to be stopped so that the memories would go away. At any and all cost; the ends would justify the means.
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