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Date Posted: 23:00:10 08/04/06 Fri
Author: Kyrian/Remy
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(The two men were sitting on the deck, on opposite ends of the metal and glass table, both with narrowed expressions of annoyance on their faces. The 'discussion' had started shortly after five, when the two men had left work and Kyrian's motorcycle had chosen to transform into worthless pile of shit. He had mooched a ride from his boss, whom he conveniently lived with, and had been completely incapable of holding his tongue about the absolute horror that was his re-training schedule. Compaired to Remy, he looked like he had run a marathon in 110 degree weather, his clothes rumpled, his hair mused and his entire body sort of slumped uncharacteristically in the chair. He was so tired, drained physically and mentally to the point that he was arguing halfheartedly with Remy and nursing a bottle of beer.) (He had sort of known all along that Kyrian would be annoyed that he was being sent back to basic training.. but he hadn't really thought that his friend had been so out of shape. It was sort of amusing in a sad and pathetic way. The poor guy looked like he had been dragged down a dirt road behind a truck.. but it wouldn't have been so hard on him if he hadn't been so distracted all day. He knew that Kyrian had something on his mind.. it was damn obvious when a man talked to his best friend for ten minutes only to have that friend respond with a deep 'what?' Compaired to his friend, Remy was looking completely casual and put together, reclining quietly in his chair and listening as Kyrian tossed all sorts of complaints at him about how the agency was being run. With a sigh, he shifted his gaze over Kyrian's shoulder to see the girls coming into the apartment. Kyrian saw his eyes moved and quieted down, thank God.. so he got to his feet and headed into the apartment to approach them.) Shay.. (He murmured as he took Chase from her and put an arm around her, lowering his head to kiss her hello before looking over at Haylie, nodding with a smile.) Hey.. you might want to avoid Kyrian for a bit.. he's a tad upset with me. (He said, a little bit of a wince on his face. He had pushed Kyrian hard.. but he needed it. He looked out the sliding window to where Kyrian had lowered his head into his folded arms.. it was sort of sad actually.) Or maybe he just needs a hug. (He said in a dry, offhanded, thoughtful sort of tone. He smiled as Chase reached up and stuck a finger into his nose.. it was a game the kid played now, his hand coming up to shift the tinier hand away from his nose.) How was shopping?

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