Kem nearly choked on his drink as he echoed Pak's tone of voice. "You? Well thought-of? Now I've heard it all."
He gadly joined Aishe in a snicker as her not-so-deadly projectile hit Pak right in the face. "Catlike reflexes, as well, I see," he said.
"So I'll let you two get together on your own and figure it all out. I'm happy playing middle-man."
Finishing off his cappucino he replied to Pak, [I can change it to high noon with pistols, if you prefer - that's when the archives are the quietest though. I didn't want any more ears than necessary.]
"You two behave. Or I'll hear about it from MARI."
All three of them stood, coffee break over, and made their way back to their respective jobs; Aishe to Security on the ground floor, Pak to IT a few up, and Kem back into his quiet, comfortable undergound archives.
((ooc: All out, Pak w/permission of course.))
Never Too Early For Caffeine (open)
Kem slouched back in his comfortable chair outside Barney's, waiting on Aishe and Pak while he enjoyed his usual "pointless" (as Aishe would call it) cappucino. He'd reached the point where he could almost forget where he was; it helped that there were no convenient windows here to remind him. Therefore he was relatively relaxed as he kicked back for a few minutes and waited on the ladies.
He found himself hoping Pak would show up first; he had plenty of explaining to do. He'd been emailing her regularly while he and Aishe had been in Egypt, but when things had gotten stressed he'd stopped. He should have sent her a note to let her know everything was fine, but time, as usual, had slipped away.
She was probably vexed with him, and with reason, but Kem knew her well enough to accept her irritation as a sign of affection, as twisted as that sounded. At least this time she wouldn't have a water gun.
Kem`Raaisu
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