"If you bought her lunch, you probably flirted," Ambrose said. It was good that Maverick had at least tried to avoid chatting up someone who was practically a child, but Ambrose didn't have much faith in him. "You never buy me lunch."
"I was jamming a greasy cheeseburger down my gob, so I really doubt it," Maverick offered. He wasn't defensive about it. If he'd unwittingly charmed Nadine, that would be typical. He doubted that she was going to come seeking him out any time soon.
"Aw, poor sap," he then mocked Ambrose. "Want some dinner, kiddo? Come to mine and I'll cook it for you and all."
"Liar," Maverick scoffed. "I'm everyone's type. Look at these cheekbones! I'm gorgeous." As if to prove his point, he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a mirror. Admiring his own reflection, he smoothed a lock of thick hair back into place before shooting Ambrose a grin.
"I have a working theory," Maverick said thoughtfully now, "that you quite like people who talk a lot. Saves you the trouble."
If Maverick was the most personable guy there was, Ambrose was the opposite. Where Mav tried to put people at ease, Ambrose tried to put people out of his space. He imagined that Ambrose had done his best to rid himself of Kerrigan today, while Maverick would have fought to keep her around to entertain him.
Ambrose pressed his lips together in a small, tight frown. "What would really save me some trouble is if people would stop trying to talk to me at all." Maverick was an exception to this, of course. However much Ambrose complained, he cared for Maverick and enjoyed having him around.
"Yes, well... I'll put out the memo, shall I?" Maverick asked him. He made a flourish of snatching a piece of memo parchment from the far corner of his desk, then his quill. "To all Ministry personnel," he spoke slowly while he wrote quickly, "Moving forward, please do not engage Ambrose Fawley in bothersome pleasantries. All communications must be filtered through the MLE Secretary, Ms. Vigliano, and should pertain only to matters of professional interest."
He blew on his wet ink, then waved the memo in the air before folding it into a paper airplane. "This ought to do the trick. I'll just send this to Ker and ask her to make, oh....a thousand copies. Then we can litter the corridors with them, yes?"
Ambrose stood, glaring at Maverick, and snatched the airplane out of his hand. He wasn't sure whether Maverick would actually have sent it out. He doubted it, but maybe Maverick would have considered it a great joke.
"That won't be necessary," Ambrose said. "I think my personality does most of the work."
"I think you're right," Maverick agreed in mock-seriousness. Not even he knew if he was really going to send the memo - it seemed he was going to let Ambrose's reaction decide. "For all your attempts at being insufferable, you still manage to find yourself around people who just don't care that you aren't interested in a chat," he then chuckled, amused.
Ambrose shook his head as he crumpled the airplane and threw it in the wastebasket. "Too right you are," he said. Maverick was the one he found himself around the most, and he was certainly a talkative sort. Ambrose generally didn't mind, and Maverick didn't tend to carry on when he knew Ambrose was really upset. However much the two bantered, Ambrose knew that Maverick was one of very few people who truly cared about him--and that was why he was alright with all the talking.
Maverick found Ambrose's stormy attitude rather amusing. The contrast between the two of them was stark, yet they worked very well together and Maverick wouldn't have wanted any other partner. Their work was dangerous and one needed to be certain that their back was covered - and they had each others' backs. Always.
"You know, you ought to at least be social with Kerrigan," Maverick suggested. "She is our secretary. Rub her the wrong way and you'll probably start missing important memos."
"I am," Ambrose protested. "I talked to her for ages today." It had felt like ages. Even if he hadn't minded chatting with Kerrigan, in the end, it was still tiring for him to talk to someone for so long. He just wasn't used to it.
Teegan: For anyone not on the discord, the group thread has been started in the "Other Locations" board
May 23, 2018 2:17:56 GMT -5
Teegan: A year, a month, and three days since the last shout. Still love you all! Hope we could someday find some free time in our crazy lives to get back here. Love this place!
Jun 26, 2019 19:45:26 GMT -5