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IN THE CORRECT COMM THIS TIME OH MY GOD

WHO: This guy and whoever!
WHERE: A cafe across from Sandust Bookstore
WHEN: Thursday, January 5th
WARNINGS: Sirius will talk.
SUMMARY: Books + crazy wizard = dream job? Y/N?
FORMAT: I tend to go narrative, but I ain't picky.

Having established himself in the left corner by the window, with a battery of baked goods and a mug of tea, Sirius prepares for a late breakfast and semi-serious business conversation.

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Mike had considered contacting Sirius prior to arriving at the cafe, but in the end decided against it. He knew himself well enough to know that if he didn't move at the moment Sirius ended his offer that he'd be on the Network for the rest of the afternoon just dicking around.

Which is why there's suddenly a quasi-nervous looking nearly five-foot tall mutant turtle currently scanning the cafe looking for Sirius.

"Michelangelo, wasn't it? You're not here looking for me, are you?"

Sirius's smile hopefully softens the words, but he hadn't really pegged Mikey for the bookstore type. All the same, he wouldn't mind the company.

His head whips in the direction of the voice, and his eyes light up when he manages to catch sight of Sirius.

"It is, and I am. Congratulations, you've advanced to the round two."

There is a part of Sirius that has not yet stopped going 'Oh my days, a giant turtle', but he is a glutton for enthusiasm and Mikey's smile is especially infectious.

"Oh are you doing the interviewing now? Lovely, saves me the trouble. Sit down, have a scone."

It's not every day someone is as unflappable as Mike is. Normally his shenanigans are greeted with deadpans, eye rolls, facepalms, and the occasional walking stick upside the head.

This...this is a treat!

"I do love a good scone," he says taking a seat. "In fact, ask anyone about me and that's the first thing they'll say. Michaelangelo does love himself a good scone. It's second only to, Good god you're a giant turtle!."

Mike then takes a napkin, unfolds it, and shoves a corner into the collar of his shirt.
"Well okay then, where should we start? Why don't you tell me how it was that you became interested in me as a new hire."

Sirius's grin only widens as he warms to the game.

"Well naturally, when I was thinking of all of the many applicants for the exciting role of bloke-who-carries-books-around-and-occasionally-sells-one-of-them, I thought to myself, 'Sirius, old boy, with whom would you want to spend many hours amongst shelves, dealing with customers who very much need to find this one book for their son, you must know it, it was in the Times list, it's the blue one about the dog?'" This happens, Michaelangelo. It happens often. Are you prepared for it to happen to you?

"'On whose strong shoulders could you rest your sanity, in such times? Who is the least homicidal person you know? Who other than your best mate because he has a job already, the tosser?'" Your name came up eventually and the more I thought about it the more I liked it. A turtle in a bookshop, it just seems to work."

Sirius prattles happily on, watching Michelangelo's face. It is possible that this is the true test: forget the blue book about the dog, how long can you put up with Sirius Black talking to you, Mikey?

"Besides, all of the extensive experience you have working retail was quite compelling."

Mike can't help but smile at the least homicidal person remark for three reasons: 1) Sirius called him a Person. That's just nice, is what that is. 2) It's a funny turn of phrase. 3) Because Mike has actually killed people.

"These are all true things. I can see you've done your research on my candidacy. Good on you. So...what would you say is your greatest strength as a manager? And conversely, what would you also say is your greatest weakness?"

Here Mike leans his elbows on the table and attempts to steeple his fingers. We say attempts because it's a far less dramatic hand gesture when the hands being steepled only have two fingers and a thumb on them

"I have money and I will pay you it if you show up and don't burn the place down or make customers cry. Unless they really deserve it, or were crying already. If someone gets word the cat died in the middle of the history section, I won't hold it against you or anything. Also, I am quite flexible when it comes to scheduling to accomodate an imPort's busy lifestyle."

Which is to say, you have too many muscles for him to believe that you don't get up to shenanigans, Mikey.

"On the other hand, I can't be arsed to do math most of the time, even though the computer handles a lot of it, and I am prone lighthearted frivolity of a verbal and physical nature. It is possible that I am too brilliant, and that this is my only real flaw."

"Impressive," says Mike, who looks pleased as he leans back into his chair.

"Could you define, or possibly give examples of, this frivolity?"

Will coffee do? Because Jack was promised coffee. If not, he will simply have to go to Ianto's and make some. In any case, he arrives at the cafe at the appointed time, and slides into a chair across from Sirius.

"Hullo, then."

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IN THE CORRECT COMM THIS TIME OH MY GOD

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h-hi >__>;;

:D!

oh god I only have 15 icons HNNNGHH HOW DO I EVEN...

Clearly the name of the game is: Use the most inappropriate icon you can.

Welp. Let me know if I'm winning yet.

At the moment you're up six runs. But...I've got a field goal coming so assume the position.

Oh yeah, well how's THIS for a sports reference!

...Oh yeah?! Well...YOUR MOM!

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