wickerpark | [Carlos/Gael] Office Hours

Ty had run off to fight dinosaurs at the edge of the Deck - or check on odd reports at the Outposts, one or the other - and Carlos was, as usual, half-convinced it was all a ploy to avoid paperwork. He didn't understand that, really; paperwork was just a matter of reading, signing and foisting it off on Krista, the Four who was trying to be a guard but right now was mostly an assistant in a uniform. The real challenge when sitting in for Ty Kagan, he always thought, was dealing with the other Suits. The Hearts were fine; the Diamonds just required patience, but the Spades?

Maybe it was because Esteban was old enough to be his father, really, he thought as he propped his boots up on Ty's desk and aimed a bland stare at the wall in front of him as the the Spade captain muttered a stream of Spanish in his ear.

"You know, I can speak that too," Carlos said it the same language, affecting a bore tone even as he aimed darts at the board in front of him with what was probably unwarranted force. "It doesn't really change that I need you to send me the report. I'm not asking for blood, here." Might be easier to get, though, he thought as flung a dart towards the target and the door opened to the right. He glanced up, expecting Krista, and blinked when it was...not.

"Hasta Luego, Esteban," he said before he hung up the phone and smirked a bit at Gael. "What, are you here to report a crime?"

Threaded | Flat

"Depends," Gael said with a curious look about the room before he shut the door by casually leaning back against it. He locked the door, just in case, as he turned his attention fully on Carlos. "You see, I'm not sure if it is a crime, but regardless I have come to turn myself in. You see...I might have lied to your Captain of the Guard. I might have told him that would never prance about his lawns in....questionable clothing, and yet this morning I did in fact do just that. And I might have mooned your king."

He hadn't, and even if he had he wasn't sure that Elijah wouldn't have just laughed. But he wasn't, actually, wearing said questionable clothing. Instead he was in tight jeans them seemed to hug his waist and hips tightly. His tee shirt was a light blue, that was fitted. He looked rather normal.

"Also- I might be planning a crime, which I submit to you, might be punishable by..prison or something. You see, I intend to kidnap the acting Head of Security."

no subject