─ 𝚅.𝙲.

/ <3

/ fair warning if ur profile is relatively vague and idk you i will make my own context in a way that makes sense to me. And I am Not a fan of One Liners. Sorry!!

he notices conversation left ignored, not something he’s unused to (both in his profession and in his free time). in his time away from work — in quiet bars or half uninspired dates that he’d swiped right on in the late hours of night — this would be easily shut down and his attention would move elsewhere to more willing and attentive listeners. in his job, however, that is frowned upon. instead, like the woman in front of him — vivian, he offers the escape of  different conversation pathways.
            
            “vivian i’d like to start with a little background of your professional history with the beureu, if that’s alright? what brought you into the beauru, some cases that were most important to your career, small things like that. towards the end maybe talk about the case that brought you here. anything you’re comfortable with sharing i’ll be happy to hear.” he offers another smile, caring, compassionate, everything he’d expect if he was in the woman’s position. maybe it’ll help alleviate some of the tension in her shoulders (unlikely).

@bloodpsych   /   
            
            Vivian was not an Aquarius and felt relatively impartial towards tomatoes (though she still would not eat them). She’d been rented out for assistance by the powers that be since age fifteen, pointing the way like a sordid oracle. Amongst her half-truths, years of dust seemed to brush the skin with each mechanical shift within the walls, the ceiling; her days of substance without sleep cultivating in dry-mouth and fleeting symptoms of unresolved sickness. Still, the request was only made to gauge his follow through. Would he suffer to bring her temporary relief in return? To seize the faux opportunity softened resolve, and make nice whilst slipping past the cracks born of cordiality? It felt fantastical. 
            
            She shifts for the first time in some far off eternity and her body takes on the properties of lead. His words seem to fall on deaf ears, the perpetual, steel somnolence of her visage bordering on catatonia. Sleep would be good now, but a bad first impression upon a stranger holding her career in his shaky little hands. 
            
            “Sure. Let’s move on.” 

an aquarius. that should mean something to him, probably. he knows how much some people — most commonly women — place importance onto what the stars and the moon say they should do. he, however, is not one of those people. head tilts slightly, dog-like in its curiosity (ears perking, twitching over to her direction to hear the fall of her breaths) as he observes her ask for water. he’d offer to go get it, would welcome the chance to get up and stretch his legs, but that’s on his good days and this most definitely was not one of his good days. “there’s a water cooler outside to the left of the office, i’d offer to get it for you but i’m afraid that’s partially beyond my capabilities today. do you require water immediately or can we perhaps move on and continue with our questions?”
            
            he’s got a few already gathered, ranging from barely intrusive to taking a scalpel to her skin and peeling back the very flesh that makes her human. it’s partially morbid, sure. still doesn’t abate that desire. her childhood — a vein of curiousity remaining from a job he could never keep — is where he remains the most interested. what made her the way she is? “and the air purifier,” too late, as if he just remembered what she said, “good point. i’ve been bringing that up to maintenance quite a lot recently.” 

      /      i’ll take something if this is still active  :) 

also wtf

@godsabstain / no

/ ok i did two good job