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Post by michael on Feb 7, 2012 19:38:18 GMT -5
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he didn't know why he thought working at his own store was such a great idea. maybe it was to save expenses - no, no it was probably, most definitely to save expenses. hiring people cost a lot of money and frankly, the store hadn't been doing so hot lately. the buzz that the place had gotten because of his father's sudden heart attack and the pick up in customers they'd gotten out of pity and mourning was beginning to diminish. not that they'd had many employees before. it had always been him, his mom, and his siblings, and then maybe one or two others. of course his mom was still a bit beside herself in grief and mainly did inventory and helped customers and most of his siblings were moving on with his life, but they never picked up anyone or let anyone go because they didn't want to be thought of as mean employers. so instead? when no one else could work, mike picked up their slack.
and that's what he was doing. standing behind the counter while his mom roamed through aisles waiting to help someone and a few girls they'd hired a few years back fresh out of high school giggled in the corner as they discussed some guy they'd run into at the movies the day before. the place was relatively quiet. there were a few customers (there always were) but his mom had them covered and it wasn't a huge flood so they really didn't need to open another register other than his and the ones that the girls were giggling at. he was free to sit back and really do nothing but observe the place as he was used to, occasionally smiling and getting into some conversations with old customers who had frequented the place since he was little and every once in a while greeting fresh faces they'd never seen before. overall? not a busy day. but definitely not a boring one.
for example, he'd already had to reprimand some kid for attempting to steal (really? like he couldn't pay the four fucking dollars for a bottle of VITAMINS?), cleaned up where a toddler had thought it'd be fun to dump an entire carton of almond milk, and gone through and straightened all the aisles into pristine perfection. twice. he restocked shelves and cleaned counters and helped people find sales and even did just fine with fixing the problem when he accidentally offended some woman by referring to her hair as a squirrel that the staff had nicknamed 'sparky's nest. overall? nothing new and nothing exciting but definitely much better than the days when hardly anyone but the usuals came in at all and he was left to suck on some sesame seed and honey candies while brewing himself some yerba mate tea to pass the time.
however there was always that one person who demanded to see the manager or the one kid that just always screamed and got on your nerves who came in, and it was when these frustrating people came on and pulled on every single one of michael's nerves that he really began to question whether or not it was such a good idea for him to be working in his own store instead of going over paperwork to save himself the time at night. after all, so much more went into running the damn place than most people ever realized and he especially didn't think that the irate woman who had yelled at him for fifteen minutes because she refused to turn on her hearing aid and was too short to see her favorite brand of protein shake on the top shelf really understood how busy he was kept.
but he didn't complain. instead he just bit at the skin around his fingernails while one of the girls asked if she could go on a smoking break, closing his eyes as he nodded because she knew how much it bothered him to have her come back into the store just positively reeking of cigarettes. he waited until he could hear the bell that signaled that the door had opened and the woman had left until he opened his eyes again, counting to ten slowly in his mind so that he didn't lose his temper with her little friend, who was now tapping boredly on her counter at the register. feeling he had to do something, he closed his own register, told her, "i'm going to go help some customers. punch your friend for me when she gets back," and returned her smile before heading off in the direction of the aisles just looking for anything, anyone at all to distract himself from negative thoughts.
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Post by cerian on Feb 17, 2012 16:52:57 GMT -5
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i'm coming home . The work that Cerian did was in no way easy. The hours were long, and he was constantly moving or using his muscles. Construction work might not’ve been the best cover job for him to pick up he was realizing, maybe he should’ve stuck with something that wasn’t so…exhausting. Either way, as much as this was just a job to keep his real one under wraps it was still very much so a job. He still needed to go to work and do well or else he would be fired. He wanted to be able to provide for himself. The man was more than aware that with the old money that came from both sides of his family he could’ve lived comfortably without ever having to lift a finger for his entire life, that wasn’t what Cerian wanted, though. Sure he wasn’t changing lives or making some major print on someone’s lives by the trade that he had fallen into, but it was something. And even though half of the time he went home sore and tired, he loved it.
Besides if Cerian had taken up a job where he sat down more often than anything else then he would have to somehow toss in going to the gym along with everything else and that just would’ve been a pain. At least with construction work he was still lifting, keeping in shape. Sometimes it shocked Cerian how out of shape some of his co-workers were. Probably because they had wives and kids at home where as the people that Cerian went home to only went as far as a gold fish. No pets, no wife, no kids, not even a best friend. He lived the life of a bachelor. Friday night poker games, lazily made dinners, sitting in front of the tv. The excitement in his life was his other job, one that he could never speak of. One that stayed under the radar. The itch for another job to come his way was becoming more and more necessary the more that time was going by though.
What was happening in those moments, though, had nothing to do with either of his jobs, but instead it revolved around one meal. Lunch. He hadn’t remembered to pack anything and for a man who really didn’t care what he ate most of the time he had an opposition to fast food that he couldn’t quite describe. He’d been walking down the sidewalk when the store came into his sight line and he thought why not try the place out. When he got inside, though, he realized that this was not some common grocery store but instead some kind of health food store. Lord knew that he had no idea how to navigate himself around this place. He barely got by on what he would find in the regular grocery stores and this was venturing into a field that he knew absolutely nothing about.
None the less he grabbed a basket and started making his way through the aisles. All that he found, though, was that there was a lot of things that he had no idea what they even were. A little of a defeated sigh came from his lips and those hazels scanned around the place before landing on the man at the cashier. The sight of him caused a lazy little smile to pull his lips and he made his way over to the counter setting the empty basket onto the surface. “So, I’m going to be perfectly honest with you here. I have no idea how to navigate myself around this store. And I need to eat something for lunch before going back onto my shift. Think maybe you could find something that I would like?” he looked at the other man with soft eyes before pushing fingers through his hair. “I’m Cerian, by the way.”
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Post by michael on Feb 17, 2012 18:18:44 GMT -5
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and this was just another reason he didn't like working at his own store. sometimes customers were attractive. michael thanked god almighty for the social awkwardness that had built him up to hide his emotions so well or he would have been blushing and bumbling like an idiot by the time this man actually approached him, eyes as wide as saucers no doubt with a look of panic in them. like a deer in headlights. that was his internal reaction every time someone, no matter what their gender, approached him and they were of above average aesthetic appeal. over the years, though, he had been able to hone it in, to keep it restrained and brush it off with nothing more than an awkward sort of grin. but it didn't stop his palms from sweating or the giggling of another employee who loved to see him squirm when it came to this sort of thing, and he almost turned around to tell her to shut up only he couldn't quite find it in him to turn away. damn him. damn him to hell.
he gave this cerian his usual awkward but still fairly cordial smile and noted happily that he didn't hold out a hand to shake so he wouldn't have to insist he use some hand sanitizer first. which was all for the best since most people looked offended when he informed them of this social rule, like it was something personal. which it wasn't. all hands were disgusting and he made an effort to disinfect his before he touched another person. it was only fair that they do the same. he didn't think it rude at all for him to ask that they abide by the same rules of hygiene that he did. "pleasure to meet you," he said in his usual loud tones. not that he meant to be loud, and to be honest, he wasn't raising his voice at all. his words just always had the tendency to come out sounding a tad bit too loud, and he had a feeling it was part of what added to his social isolation. his greetings always seemed to be met with awkward smiles and requests that he didn't shout. needless to say, libraries were off limits to him if there was anyone there he wished to speak to. "i'm michael. and i'd be happy to help."
which he didn't realize was true until he said it. as much as he bitched about his job and got awkward when people approached him and as much as he was miserable, he genuinely liked helping. he liked that he was doing something simple that affected people even if it was just helping them to lead a better, more healthy lifestyle. he knew how important it was. hell, he might not be the most social butterfly around, but he knew the importance of keeping your body fit and healthy and functioning so that you could remain fit for years to come. getting into healthy habits was a good thing and it was something everyone in his family practiced. it was why, even if they were a little awkward or shy or like him, just socially inept, nobody could deny that they kept themselves in shape. it was one of the few things he found he could brag about should he ever feel the need to boast. and he had no problem at all helping another guy who looked like he kept very good care of himself as well continue to lead a healthier life.
"if you'd just follow me," he said, moving as though to put a guiding hand on the man's shoulder but never actually making contact before he was carrying on his way. that was another part of the way he operated. he rarely made contact but the simple gesture was enough for most people. if anyone ever noticed that he never touched them at all, they didn't comment. it, again, wasn't anything personal. just his natural aversion to anything that could potentially be disease ridden - he didn't know how well they treated their laundry. besides, it made him feel awkward when strangers touched him. he wasn't about to go around doing that to other people. "did you have anything in mind?" he asked cerian, trying to remain calm, collected, and all business as he looked back at him. though he couldn't keep the slight falter in his steps or catch in his breath. that was just his natural reaction. "i mean...to eat. any allergies or things we should avoid?"
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Post by cerian on Feb 18, 2012 18:09:52 GMT -5
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i'm coming home . Anyone who knew Cerian had long since learned that his taste in men wasn’t really all that common. He could appreciate an attractive man who had a body much like his own and a face that no one in their right mind could be unattracted to. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to them either, it was something, well, it was something different than that. He didn’t like his men to be gorgeous, and he never could quite explain why. Instead he liked when they were a bit more awkward, sometimes just adorable instead of oh my gaud amazingly attractive. And this man, this man that he had never met before but couldn’t help but feel pleased that he’d walked into this store just because it meant that he now knew this person, well, he was just Cerian’s type. So much so that he couldn’t help but have that flirty smile on his lips while he looked at him with his hazel eyes all kind of soft with a little bit of twinkle.
“Thanks Michael, that would really be great,” he damn near cooed before standing up straight again so he could better look at the man. No matter how much Cerian had ever tried to hide when he was giving someone the once over he really was shit at it. Those eyes of his roamed over the other man’s body quickly before settling on his face again. He couldn’t count the number of times that he’d ended up making someone uncomfortable. Usually he could play it off as he was an artist and he liked to see the beauty in everyone that he crossed paths with, but hell, he wasn’t sure if he’d want to give this man that excuse. Maybe this would be the one time that his glace wasn’t unappreciated. Maybe he would be lucky enough and this Michael wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of being checked out by another man. Cerian’s gaydar had never really been installed so it was always hit and miss with him. This would most certainly be one of those things that he would just have to play by ear.
The moment that Michael came from around the counter and moved his hand Cerian was expecting to feel a hand on his shoulder, but wasn’t necessarily disappointed when there was no hand there to be felt. Some people had little ways that they operated. Most people were touchers, no matter how awkward they could be when given an opportunity to touch someone they took it. So when there was no touch to be felt it told Cerian more about Michael than any of his other actions. Either he was some kind of germaphobe, which really was possible, or he was just that respectful. That was the thing about human beings that Cerian had learned to read in his life time. To really get to know someone you paid attention to all the small details, you watched their movements and their little ticks, the way that they smiled or even the art of them moving their lips. People gave so much away with physical movements, and the majority of the human race didn’t know how to read them quite like Cerian did. Which really made it odd that he couldn’t tell if someone had gay tendencies or not.
He followed the other man towards the aisles that he’d just been wandering aimlessly and then let his gaze move over to the other man. A flirty sort of smile was on his lips. “Well, I have a good amount of things in mind,” he spoke in a suggestive tone lips lopsided in their grin. He chuckled lightly when Michael elaborated and then eyes went to scan the shelves. “To be perfectly honest with you, I’m a construction worker. I’m on my lunch and I need something that I can make pretty quickly and without a stove. I’m certainly not opposed to making other meals with what you have to offer here, but right now I’m starving,” he confessed with a small chuckle and then ran fingers through his hair for a quick rearrangement of curls. “No food allergies that I know of,” he tagged on making sure to answer both of his inquiries. There was something in his gut, though, telling him that he wanted so much more than to just see Michael this one time. He was quite possibly, the most attractive man that he’d seen in a long time. At least, in his eyes.
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Post by michael on Feb 20, 2012 17:56:46 GMT -5
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did he just...did he just check him out? michael's eyebrows visibly rose as a blush spread across his cheeks. that was...different. to be honest, it never happened to him. ever. he wasn't going to beat around the bush when it came to people who might be interested in him. he wasn't attractive. he was awkward looking with big ears, a wide nose, and a face that strongly resembled that of frankenstein's monster. while his body was admittedly fit due to his health freak lifestyle and the fact that he was almost never sitting down, that rarely meant much as he liked to keep himself well-clothed and people didn't exactly like to stare much at a guy whose idea of fashion was anything that he could pick up off the floor that didn't have stains and didn't really clash enough to the point that babies would cry when they looked at him.
so needless to say, cerian's flirty smile, the way his eyes flickered up his body before resting on his face, his tone of voice...it was hardly subtle but still very surprising especially since michael's first instinct when he saw the guy was to assume he was straight. most of the really attractive ones were, and though mike himself wasn't exactly gay so much as waiting to hear back from the gods of biology as to what his sexuality was, he never got his hopes up when attractive men were around. he just helped them get what needed to be done, done, hoped they didn't pick up on the fact that he was attracted to them, and then went home and read the bible and repented for a second before remembering that he wasn't supposed to repent for feelings like that, no matter what his aunt and uncle liked to drill into his head whenever he visited. and that was about the extent of his experience with dealing with guys who his female co-workers liked to describe as 'hot'. he definitely wasn't used to the overt expression of attraction like this and for one split second it flew into his mind that it could be some kind of a joke to this guy and he was momentarily hurt. but he brushed it off. no need to dwell. it was just another customer.
well not just another customer. a customer who seemed to be taking legitimate interest, and this was a feeling coming from someone who had so little human interaction that he wasn't aware the people around him could be cold until they had blatantly stated it at least four times. but he couldn't dwell on that. he distracted himself with fixing the alignment of some of the boxes and cans that they passed so that they were all in a uniform line. not only did it appease his inner ocd but it gave him a reason to look away from cerian. he couldn't focus if he was staring at him too long and he needed to think about what he was saying - other than the obvious innuendo that was in his words which just sent another blush across his cheeks even as he smiled. he wasn't used to this sort of thing. not at all.
but he had to think professional. this guy needed something to eat that was fast and good and did not require a stove. the obvious answer to that would be to reference him to a different place with a deli or something seeing as that was far faster to go in and pick up something at than his store. but they had other things - sushi and pinwheels and other finger foods that were quick to eat and upon hearing that he needed to be able to eat it then and there michael steered him in the general direction of those. the problem with eating healthy and organic was that a lot of the time that meant with no preservatives - which meant food that was quick to eat didn't often come by their shelves. "we have a few things," he explained, still keeping his eyes a little pointedly looking anywhere but at his face. "some sushi or sandwich wraps and if you waited around long enough an employee could make you something. we have mixed things to eat - trail mix, chips, seaweed if you're into that sort of thing. most of the stuff that's just ready to eat is back here." he turned to face the man after that and was again struck by the attractiveness of your face. "you're very attractive," he tagged on casually, a normal slip by his standards but still embarrassing nonetheless and he walked past him with a blush toward some of the more snack-food-like items. "and we have cereals and all you can eat without milk. honestly, though, we try to avoid preservatives so we're probably not the best place you could have walked into."
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Post by cerian on Feb 23, 2012 2:04:24 GMT -5
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i'm coming home . There was this voice at the back of his head that was reminding himself that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who may or may not be alright with the fact that he was checking out another guy, though, he'd never really hidden the fact that he was interested in both genders. It was more so that he rarely found men that he was actually attracted to. He rarely found men like Michael. With his looks that weren't conventionally pretty but were so attractive to Cerian himself. It wasn't very often at all that he was around someone who seemed to be more than just some guy in a health food store. So, he'd checked him out, and he was flirting though he really couldn't see what the harm in flirting would be. It wasn't like he was being affectionate with this stranger, but, a few flirty smiles, a few sweet tones in his voice, he didn't see much harm in that. Besides, Sydney was probably off doing Sydney things.
Cerian was not the sort of man that would go around saying that he wasn't attracted to someone just because he was in a relationship. He wasn't a cheater, that much was for certain, he would never stray from the person that he was with, and he genuinely cared for Sydney. But he also couldn't deny himself the acceptance that this other man was far too intriguing to Cerian for his own good. And he was sure that he didn't even know just how much the darker man wanted to just spend more time with him. The little things about people, their movements, their tones of voice, the things that did make each and every person unique, he picked up on those quickly. He knew what they translated to, and he knew that if nothing else he wanted to know Michael as a friend. For that was all that he really could be. As previously stated, Cerian was not a cheater and he wasn't about to be at this point in his life no matter how great of a pull there was to slam this man against the wall and kiss him. He had to shake his head slightly to remove that image from his mind and instead focus at the task at hand.
Which was, health food. Not the most thrilling of topics but it was the reason that he'd come into the store in the first place. Because he was hungry, and he was on his lunch, and he needed some food to get him through the day. "Seaweed?" he asked with a raise of one of those thick brows and a slight widening of his eyes. Now, that was something that the whole look on his face said that he wanted to stay far, far away from. "I think I'll pass on the seaweed and the sushi, but one of those sandwich wraps sounds like they would be good," he decided. Eyes were well and focused on the food he was being shown when the compliment came causing him to snap his full attention to the other man with his brows straight up hitting his hairline. He supposed that answered his wondering on if Michael was attracted to his own gender or not. Or maybe he was just some kind of artist, he couldn't be sure. Either way it brought a smile to his lips. "Thank you." That smile didn't fade for several moments as it set wide on his lips. "You're something lovely to look at yourself," he complimented letting his eyes move to rest on Michael's own for a moment as if to convey that he was being genuine with his words.
It was back to business though, he was reminded of not only by the words that were coming from the other man's mouth but also the grumble coming from his stomach. He moved to lay a palm flat to the complaining body part as if it would quiet it in some way. Those hazels moved to scan over the foods that had been described to him and he bit the inside of his cheek before chuckling and looking over at Michael with another broad smile. "You've got a point there," he said before he turned his attention back to the food. "How about, you pick me out a few things and I'll just trust you that you aren't gunna give me something that tasted like cardboard. That sound good to you?"
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Post by michael on Feb 26, 2012 11:16:05 GMT -5
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how did someone react in a situation like this? though he mumbled a quick, "sorry," under his breath much as he was used to doing and quickly turned his attention back to the food in his store, at cerian's words he couldn't help but look back to face him if only for a second to make sure he wasn't joking. again, the possibility that this man might just be messing with him sprung to mind but something about the look he was giving him told him otherwise. and it completely caught him off guard. it was no secret that michael was very inexperienced when it came to not only guys flirting with him but people in general flirting with him. he had never gotten someone to get past the first stages of talking with him and even if he did, the word "lovely" wasn't really tossed around much to describe him. more "anal" or "ocd" or "neurotic" or "weird" before they packed up and left him stunned but not exactly surprised. he hadn't much time to put into their relationship anyway.
so he didn't really know how to respond to cerian's words, and he sort of furrowed his brow at him for a second, the exact opposite reaction to what getting a compliment should have earned the other man. but he couldn't help it. he was confused; this sort of thing just didn't happen to michael klein and he debated looking around to make sure that he really was the one that he was talking to before realizing that was stupid. it was just him there and he knew it and for some reason, cerian had chosen to take and return his compliment. "thank you?" he said brow still furrowed and he wasn't able to keep the question out of his voice no matter how much he tried. still did it matter? he was already being upfront with the guy, he might as well be upfront about everything else. he shook his head once and let out a chuckle before raising his eyebrows and cocking his head in a to-each-their-own sort of way and getting back to the task at hand.
because that was the way michael was. he was in his store and he was trying to business-like and he had made one slip because of that godawful tongue of his that never seemed to be able to shut up when someone of above average appearance walked into the store. hell even sometimes when someone of average appearance walked in he couldn't help himself and he usually ended up offending them somehow in the process. he just couldn't be weighed down by little things like that. the truth of the matter was, cerian was probably used to compliments and didn't mind giving them, he was going to get his food, and michael was never going to see him again, especially gauging his reaction to the word 'seaweed'. that was just how running a store worked and even though he wanted to see cerian again if only to figure out why it made him nervous already just to be around him, he couldn't exactly force him to come back. so why focus on what cerian actually thought of him? it didn't matter. a guy like him probably had a life with no room for mike anyway; they typically did.
not that he was depressed. more accepting of the facts if anything else really. because he had to face it, when his lifetime norm was that attractive people who complimented him were either like that with everyone they met or messing with him or taken and in that right also sort of just messing with him, he didn't really have high standards for what to expect from this guy. and it was hard to disappoint someone who had no expectations. so with that, he just picked one of their sandwich wraps and a bag of chips to hand out to the guy before gesturing a little ways down the aisle and saying, "you can find a lot of things to drink down there. energy drinks if you need them. all organic. far more healthy than usual." then he gave him a small smile. "i mean that is, if you trust my decision. i happen to love seaweed."
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Post by cerian on Mar 4, 2012 22:42:28 GMT -5
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i'm coming home . Men like Michael made things very hard for Cerian. Hell, they made things very hard for themselves, because, he was more than sure that Michael had no idea of just how attractive he was to the mutt of a man. It wasn't very often that he came across someone that struck him. Really struck him. Sure, he saw attractive people all the time, he was dating a pretty young woman after all, but the attractive in the way that Michael was attractive, it was unique. Most people didn't find it appealing, but Cerian, he almost felt like he couldn't take his eyes off of Michael. It was either that or that he didn't want to. Nor did he want to end up having to leave that store, not when he could stick around and talk to this man. Even if it was about seaweed.
What made him all the more endearing was the way that he didn't really seem to know how to take the compliment. All that it really caused was one of those warm smiles to pull onto Cerian's lips as those hazels moved to land on Michael's face again. He would be coming back into this store, he was already aware of that much. Even if it was only to see Michael again. Because, well, Cerian wanted to see him again. He wanted to be around him. He wanted if nothing else to be given the chance to spend time with him and see how well they did mesh together, if even only as friends. He would more than happily have Michael as a friend, even if there was a part of his mind that was telling him that he wanted him as so much more. Something a taken man shouldn't be thinking.
He found his mind trailing back to his girlfriend for a moment. To her beautiful face, to her smile, to the way that she never really interacted with her child. To the way that Stella was almost always longing for more of a certain type of attention from the woman who had birthed her. He closed his eyes for a moment pushing those thoughts from his mind. The day before that they'd gone out to eat coming to mind, but he shoved it away. He didn't want to think about the confusion that his relationship caused. Not right then when he had a man who was more than worth his attention.
Cerian looked back over at him taking the food and then putting it into his basket and then he looked down the aisle. The man made his way over to some glass bottles and knitted his brows. "Kum-boo-cha? Am I saying that right?" he asked and then started examining the bottle turning it to the side and seeing the things in it starting move around. "Are you sure that this is safe to drink?" he said with a playful chuckle before placing it in his basket and then he turned his whole attention back to Michael.
"Okay, I guess that I'm already going way out of my comf0rt zone with foods by being in here. Why don't you grab me some seaweed? Since you seem to be such a fan of it," he said with that all too warm smile on his face and that look in his eyes that showed just how interested he was in spending more time with Michael.
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