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oh my rA9, it's robojesus. ([personal profile] saviorexe) wrote2018-09-04 06:13 pm

INBOX.



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retravel: (our flirtationship begins)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-25 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hard not to preen over Markus' approval, as the resident expert on Connor-related business — and a thoughtful person himself. ]

I'm glad you think so. Pretty sure you could give him nothing, and he'd still be excited to have you around.

[ he's js and teasin' ]

Bit ambitious with your aims there, mate, but I can handle a trek. I'm pretty comfortable, so I can afford something nicer, if that helps.

[ alexa play money (that's what i want) ]
retravel: (classy but promiscuous)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-25 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even as a joke, the phrasing strikes him as off, but Fitz doesn't push. He's better suited to nudging Markus in person, where he can see his face and hear the way his voice lilts.

And there's the matter of the flood of pins in his inbox. While Fitz isn't an android, he can process information in a similar fashion, flicking through all options with a sharp scan. Lush stuff. Jemma would be dead impressed that he was even considering shopping there. Granted, his Framework self was a snazzy dresser, but he had people to buy shit for him, so this experience is still a curveball, on the whole. ]


So this is a day trip, not a lunch break, type situation.
Can pop over now, if you're free.


[ this is gonna take more than half an hour, isn't it... ]

Is what I normally wear okay for going in?

[ into these high fashion stores, he means, with his regular attire being slacks + button-up bc he's a corporate hack. ]
retravel: it conflicts with the enjoyment of my life (i have a conflict)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-25 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what could possibly take this long... ]

Just means you'll have to suffer my wittering for an entire day, so.
On my way.


[ WAIT ]

I dress okay for everyday wear, don't I?
retravel: (now i'm having third thoughts)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-26 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wow markus murdered him... just like that... ]

Some charm.
Just shoot me next time.


[ dramatique ]
retravel: (i would do him like a crossword)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-26 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
How far out of my comfort zone?
I'll have you know my girlfriend likes the way I dress, by the by.
I think.


[ SWEATS DOES SHE... ]
retravel: (i feel like i'm the paris of people)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-27 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
She’s known me for ten years. Be glad you haven’t.

[ his style used to be... so much worse...

A LONG PAUSE. ]


I suppose there’s merit to blending in with this world.
But we can start with the formalwear for now and work our way backwards.


[ for now. Markus wins, but he was always going to, in this area. ]
Edited (it’s early...) 2018-11-27 07:34 (UTC)
retravel: but i'm like no, i'm beautiful inside (everyone says i'm the most beautiful)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-11-28 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Unwise to say that when you're about to be a captive audience.
👍


[ he'll arrive on schedule, warily eying the bar/club situation that connor mentioned on his way up. perhaps he took for granted the net income of Team SHIELD and their ability to score a nice-ish flat ina . residential area. regardless, he's dressed for work, if a tad scruffy after a day on the job (and having long since folded his blazer into his bag), with a plain rucksack slung over one shoulder. most of his injuries have been cured or lessened by new amsterdam's marvelous healthcare system, with the cut on his hand scarred over and neck no longer bandaged.

not a bad day for fitz, after all, leaning against the doorframe of connor and markus's flat while he waits for answer to his knock. ]
retravel: and creating my bliss (now i'm living my truth)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-12-01 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Markus looks good. Not like, well, yes like that, but also in the sense that he's healing up — and styled at a level Fitz might not have noticed, if not for the very topic of this encounter. Fitz lingers by the door, playing up his wariness as part of their repartee, brows lifted in playful questioning. A journey now, is it? He's had worse partners for such affairs, if nothing else. ]

Mm-hmm. [ When Markus steps aside enough to offer him a moment inside, Fitz accepts, passing him with a light pat on his shoulder in amicable greeting. It would seem that the weight of their prior conversation has left some things unchanged. An easy familiarity and warmth continue. Perhaps they even heightened, after the kindness Markus paid him.

His eyes wander around the space, unabashed. A flat says plenty about a person, and two persons of personal interest reside here. ]


[ Swinging his rucksack round to deposit it on the nearest surface and rummage through the contents. ]

I'll just drop Connor's present, if don't you mind keeping it safe until the big day. [ absentmindedly, his mouth quirks, pleased when he removes the white, hexagonal box from his bag and practically drawls — ] Then, off we go, where no man has ever taken me before. [ a beat; he tips his head to one side, eyes crinkling. ] Shopping, I mean.

[ An intentional joke for once in his life!! Helps that he's obviously in a good mood today, more buoyant than his typical fare. Just a combination of little things, nothing spectacular. ]
retravel: do it! (hey look steal from the rich)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-12-03 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Less lived-in than the SHIELD flat, in some ways, though not without its charms. The bursts of colour immediately bring Markus to mind, with his vivid articulation of the world and its complexities. And there's the charm of his selections, too. Meanwhile, the crispness of the area is more in line with Connor. Definitely fits the both of them, overall.

The present has its quirks, with symbols along the sides and raised elements. For the moment, Fitz only sets it on the counter. The clue needed to solve it won't pop up until Connor's birthday, anyway, so hiding in plain sight works fine. If Markus happens to scan the box while peering at it, a message will pop up on his implant interface. Not your big day yet, is it now, Markus? 🙈 No cheating, you beautiful roombas. ]


If I survive it. [ faux-indignant scoff as he swings his rucksack back over his shoulder. ] You gonna abandon me when I first fumble with the ol' bow-tie?

[ Perhaps it should be noted that in the entirety of Fitz's business casual to full business wardrobe, there are seldom ties. Not a fan, then. He doubles back, keen to get this expedition underway. ]
Edited 2018-12-03 21:41 (UTC)
retravel: (let the decider decide)

perfect beautiful legendary

[personal profile] retravel 2018-12-08 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ If only because he asked for this (and because it's Markus at the helm of this ship, steering them in the uncharted waters of upmarket fashion in the year of our Lord 2511), Fitz is game. He follows along, occasionally even picking something himself, and only rejecting a select few items that are too out-of-sync with his more subdued personality. Dry remarks happen, inevitably, alongside some whinging about how none of the stores seem to have everything they need, specialising in one thing or another 'cause that's inefficient. Besides, it seems like Markus is having fun, which — well, it might be the sneaky point of this endeavor, doing a recce to see if his dear friend takes care of himself the same way he looks after others. He won't have prodded much yet, but it's there in the way he studies how Markus determines which items of clothing to hand-off and leave behind, hovering beside him all the way (in part because Markus dresses like he belongs here, and Fitz, y'know, isn't at that level).

When Fitz wanders out of the dressing room, he lifts both hands, as if to say well, what do you think. Even as he tries to look neutral, the corners of his mouth quirk, giving away the fact that he's pleased with the cool blue of this suit and sharp lines, if nothing else. By now, Fitz has stopped fussing when Markus asks for a bloody twirl. That's the name of the game today, and nothing he says can be worse than his initial verdict on Fitz's corporate casual wardrobe.

A slow turn for Markus ends with a hand over his face, one blue eye peeking out between his fingers. ]


Good? [ hopeful... ] It's bad, isn't it. [ this is outfit three from this place alone, for fuck's sake. ] No, just fine? Markus, mate, you're killing me. I'm dying.

[ HE'S FRAGILE. ]
retravel: (frankly i would love to hit that)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-12-10 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, Jesus, somehow Markus asking Fitz to consider it himself is worse. He's leagues away from the boy who was sixteen and achingly shy, but he's still, well. So handsome and so, so nervous is how Jemma would put it, kindly. Markus pushes him a bit more, firm in his appraisal.

Even as he moves to do as he's told, Fitz ducks his head. ]


Bit demanding, aren't you. [ amused, despite any lingering self-consciousness, 'cause he wouldn't have bothered with half of the fuss, without someone urging him on. ] Yes, sir.

[ a half-hearted mock salute at his escort. However, once he steps forward, Fitz takes the task seriously, scanning his mirror image with the same intensity he typically reserves for mechanical pursuits. Better to be thoughtful than embarrassed, isn't it? His expression settles into neutrality. The colour's one of Jemma's favourites — perhaps that's to do with him, actually, seeing how it brightens the blue of his eyes. Give him a moment to hum in thought, straightening the suitcoat, glancing down at his shoes, the oxfords of 2511. ]

Could do with a few centimeters off the trousers. [ which might give away that he knows more about this than he let on, when he'd asked for help. ] Suppose I've got time for a tailor, though. [ a glance over his shoulder, perked up and mouth quirked, soft. ]

It's well smart, Markus. You've got good taste. [ an understatement, definitely. ] Might even turn a head — just the one, mind you — and then I'll really owe you. Well, owe you again. Owe you thrice.

[ three times over, by Fitz's count of kindnesses, ever on the rise. ]
retravel: extra smart extra perfect (i'm so extra!! extra pretty extra kind)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-12-15 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Idle and very nearly meandering, Fitz eases over to his friend. Still disarmed by Markus' sincerity, as ever, which earns a helpless little huff of air. At least he smiles, soft, as if the edges have been sanded off, where he might have dodged the compliment weeks before now. Always shouldn't be offered to Fitz so freely — evidence, perhaps, that Markus gives a great deal of himself to others.

Fitz hopes the gesture is returned. ]


Don't even remember what the outside world looks like, [ drawling. ] all I can see are waistcoats and brogues. Ties for days and days and days.

[ He slips his hands into the pockets of the suitcoat, testing the way the fabric lies and glancing down briefly to see if it wrinkles. Well smart, indeed. ]

Nothing you're eyeing here first though, yeah? [ glancing around. ] For work or, y'know, whatever fashionable pursuits you get up to when I'm not stealing you away for the day. [ a spark there, delighted that he was able to do just that, even though he'd like to balance the scales between them. ] If not, the deal was that I get to buy you lunch, anyway. [ Phrased carefully. Not a debt this time, but something earned. Fitz gets to do that — has orchestrated a chance to ensure that Markus is as well as he can be, in these circumstances. ] Late lunch.
Edited 2018-12-15 20:28 (UTC)
retravel: (sometimes when things are tough)

[personal profile] retravel 2018-12-23 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Markus cracking a joke wins a laugh, warm and loud.

They make it out with their bags, racking up a bill that earns choked noise of surprise from Fitz, though he pays it all the same. He's committed to the day out with Markus — and to rising up the ranks at Vyonation. Once outside and on their way (heading west first, towards the river, the posh walk south that leads out of the area of boutiques and into somewhere more affordable for lunch), his tone shifts. More hesitant than his earlier griping and playfulness. He lifts a hand, jostling his clasped shopping bags with it in his attempt to gesture and carry onward. ]


I was actually wondering if you'd tell me a little bit more about — well, about your home. And how you fit into it.

[ Connor had hinted at something greater, at least in his personal experience. ]

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