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Post by Muirín Anglesey on Jul 28, 2012 6:26:47 GMT -5
Muirin apparated to the front of the Prophet Office, hoping to catch Ben when he was walking in or out. To her luck, just before she could call out to him, he'd walked in. Great; now, she had to walk through all those cubicles and get stared at.
With a sigh, Muirin stormed inside until she'd reached the outside of his room and knocked, waiting impatiently for him to open up the door. her feet patted on the floor in annoyance; what was taking him so long?
(OOC: Hope this works, Hope?)
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Post by Ben Faraday on Jul 28, 2012 15:14:42 GMT -5
Ben drummed his fingers on his desk simply to hear the sound of something other than his own thoughts running through his head. He’d just gotten in, albeit lately, because it was a Saturday and he didn’t normally come into the office to work on the weekends, instead doing most of his writing from home if there were things that he hadn’t managed to get done during the weekdays. However, the editing staff at his section of the Prophet had shifted and decided it would be an excellent idea to call in the journalists who worked under them to come in every other weekend for extra assignments, which Ben didn’t mind at all doing, but he wished he could have done them from his flat instead of being forced to sit in his office for the entire day to get things done.
Lost in figuring out what would be a better opening line for an entertainment story he had been told to write even though entertainment writing wasn’t a part of his job description, he barely registered the knock on his door until a few moments later, when he realized that he’d heard something unusual. Getting up and walking to the door with a confused look about him, he opened it, surprised but glad to see Muirin standing there. She was a welcome distraction from his work, especially since he hadn’t seen her in ages. “Hey!” he greeted, running a hand through his hair sheepishly, “sorry it took me so long to get to the door. I didn’t even realize you were here...”
(OOC – yup, it’s perfect!)
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Post by Muirín Anglesey on Jul 29, 2012 2:55:54 GMT -5
Muirin chuckled; wasn't it just like Ben to forget that someone was knocking at his door? "Of course you didn't; you gossip column writer," she teased, adding, "Its no trouble at all; I just love standing here and staring at your door, trying to burn it to ashes."
She walked inside of her own volition; lest Ben forget to invite her in, too. "But its good that I knocked; I mean, imagine if you had a secret affair going on with one of your colleagues and I brought it into light; that would be a scandal!" Muirin shuddered delicately, watching Ben's reaction through her eye lashes. It was no secret that she had been wanting since forever to get Ben a girlfriend; he'd eluded her efforts so far quite successfully.
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Post by Ben Faraday on Jul 31, 2012 1:05:15 GMT -5
"Oh Merlin, don't you dare even joke about me writing gossip columns today," he began mock-dreadfully, moving out of the doorway to allow her to enter his office, "because you'll never guess what I'm actually being forced to write for once. It's like your dream come true."
He took a seat back on his chair, not bothering to motion to Muirin that she could take the chair across from him which was usually reserved for guests. She'd been in his office far more times than he could count, and she was likely used to their routine by now just as he was - they'd laugh about something (like the imaginary gossip column that he wrote in his spare time) and then she'd spent time either catching him up on the latest events of her life or trying to set him up on dates, or both.
It was because of this casual routine that he wasn't significantly surprised at the next comment that she made. However, that didn't stop him from being utterly flustered about it, shaking his head at her antics in response. "You know you'd never walk in on something like that," he told her, though his tone remained light and teasing, "as much as you want to see it happen, it won't happen. We've been over this."
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Post by Muirín Anglesey on Jul 31, 2012 6:40:43 GMT -5
"Today?" Her ears perked up at the tone of his words and in a voice that scarcely concealed her glee, she exclaimed, "Which means you are, in fact, doing the gossip column today?" She burst out into laughter, unable to stop. She had teased him endless times about it but never, not even in her dreams, had she thought Ben would actually be made to do it.
"My dream?" she asked once her laughter had subsided; though she still kept chuckling randomly as she sat on her favorite of the two chairs, the softer one. "More like your nightmare come true, eh Ben?" the grin was still stretched from ear to ear. A few seconds later, she leveled him with a downright serious look and asked, "So, Ben, who are you going to write about? Do tel me, won't you?"
Muirin smiled at his acts; no matter how many times she brought it up, the subject of girlfriends always, always made Ben nervous. Smirking to glory, she said, "Now that one of my wishes has come true, I'll say its a safe bet that the other will materialize too. Oh just you wait, Ben; you just have meet the right girl and everything will fall in place," she reassured him.
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Post by Ben Faraday on Aug 9, 2012 17:46:12 GMT -5
“Well actually – I didn’t mean that – no,” he desperately attempted to revise his previous statement in order to get less hassle from her, though knowing it wouldn’t be much use, because he’d already said it and she’d understood it perfectly well. “It’s not a gossip column,” he added to clarify her misunderstanding, “it’s an entertainment story. There’s a difference. Or so I’m told...” he trailed off, looking positively displeased that she was laughing at him so openly, though it was all in good fun.
“Yes, basically,” he went on, “it’s not even my thing! I’ve never written anything for the entertainment section, so I dunno why now is suddenly a great time for getting me to start. It’s pointless.” He wouldn’t outright say that his new editor was behaving irrationally, though, because he never insulted people, no matter how they treated him. He just didn’t have it in him to do so. “And I can’t tell you what I’m writing about, that would break the super secret code of ethics we have here, obviously,” he told her with a wink, clearly teasing her. “But no, it’s nothing you’d find interesting. I don’t know how anyone would find this sort of thing interesting to read about...”
He made a face at her, looking more than just skeptical at the prospect of dating someone – or whatever it was Muirin was suggesting, because he could never really be too sure with her and what she meant by some of the things she said. “No it won’t,” he told her, shaking his head, “girls don’t even like me. I’m just not the kind of guy that they want to date.” He hadn’t meant to sound so self-loathing, but his words definitely sounded that way when they came out of his mouth. “But what about you?” he went on quickly, hoping to maybe change the subject, “I haven’t heard from you in a while regarding the romance department. Have you been on any dates lately?”
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