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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 6, 2012 21:20:34 GMT -5
Antonio released a heavy sigh, posture slouching forward in his office chair as weary emeralds stared down at the new pile of paperwork that was dumped on his desk, currently in need of filing. Running a hand down his face, a tiny pathetic whimper slipped past his lips as he tediously began sorting through the documents.
Opening his newly purchased Spanish to Dutch dictionary in his lap, he reached across the small table for his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose as he began his monotonous office routine with an inhuman amount of optimism.
A full half an hour into the seemingly endless pack of paper, Antonio peaked out from his cubicle for any signs of his boss, finding him no where in sight, the Spaniard pulled out his phone, holding it close to his side as nimble fingers typed out a quick message to Lars.
'Morning handsome~ <3'
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 8, 2012 20:16:26 GMT -5
Lars leaned back in the office chair heaving a tired sigh; he sat there for hours, inputting invoices, information, phone numbers, return addresses, bills and the like. His floor boss looming over the Dutchman like a plague, ready to criticize him even though he does his job more perfectly than his colleagues.
Even so, he managed to fill an hour's worth of quota into fifteen minutes, and he had the other forty-five to kill.
Great.
As if the gods were watching the Dutchman, Lars' felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. Blinking out of his slight daze and digging into his pocket; the mobile vibrating against his fingertip as he pulled it out.
He automatically smiled.
The Dutchman slid open his cellphone beneath his desk, as to keep it hidden from his manager as he began texting back.
Antonio was just as bored as he was, it seemed.
Good morning to you, liefde. :)
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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 12, 2012 17:07:04 GMT -5
Even after dating Lars for almost a full two years, Antonio still found his heart boyishly skipping a beat upon receiving a text from him. It was almost alarming how something so simple could still so effortlessly inspire a pull of his lips and a powerful bubbling sensation to fill his chest. All to suddenly his cheeks felt warm, body weightless as bright emeralds stared down at the Dutchman's sweet reply, trying to remember how to form a complete sentence.
Logic seemed to cease to exist when it came to Lars. All sensible and rational thoughts became hopelessly entangled, replaced with a steadfast compassion as dazzling memories of their lives together filling Antonio's head, setting a perpetual, familiar rhythm that seemed to resounds in his very soul and echo that strong, familiar heartbeat in his ears. His brain forgot how to correctly tick, but he found himself not particularly minding that fact.
He loved this man. Everything about him; weaknesses and strengths, habits and tendencies. From that quirky smile to his inability to verbally expression himself, it was all so entirely perfect,...so entirely Lars. And there was no one quite like him, and there never would be.
'How's work? Hope you're not stressing too hard. Miss you <3'
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 18, 2012 19:17:45 GMT -5
Lars could already feel his cheeks heating up when his cellphone vibrated, signifying he was receiving a text from the love of his life. Feeling giddy, he pressed the appropriate buttons on his phone to open up the reply.
The corners of his lips twitched in a tiny, becoming smile as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His lover, his everything, ever the modest type; would of course apologize for actually doing Lars a favor.
Work is ... work. Majorum keeps bending over next to me, though ... It creeps me out.
I miss you too <33 How are things over there?
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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 19, 2012 22:08:56 GMT -5
'Ah, well I'm sure Majorum means well. She probably just thinks you're cute and wants your attention ;) You should humor her for a bit. It might make her day.'
Giggling into the palm of his hand, Antonio quickly typed out another response, already picturing his lover's highly unamused expression oh so perfectly in his mind. Majorum was an over weight African woman with cropped hair and a distinctive gape between her two front teeth, who always made it a point to wear bright grape colored lipstick. She also had it set in her mind that she was going to get in Lars' pants someday. Antonio found the whole situation hilarious. Lars did not. She had been harassing his fiance since the very first day he started working at the hospital with her. She always 'accidentally' dropped things near his desk that somehow required bending all the way over each and every time. She'd sneak in a quick squeeze of the Dutchman's ass whenever he walked by and left purple kisses all over his invoices. Antonio stifled another fit of laughter that was bubble up his throat at the mere thought of it all.
'Anyways Mr. Majorum, to answer your question work is fine. Can't wait to get out and see you though....<3'
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 20, 2012 21:02:07 GMT -5
Lars nearly narrowed his eyes at the text message, his cheeks reddening in embarassment at how quickly Antonio was to dismiss his unbearable predicament. The Dutchman needed money to support himself, his lover, pay off bills, rent, loans ... he was literally stuck where he was.
Aside from his job being boring, Lars really had no complaints and completed many a task just as instructed, but ... that woman, that he could have sworn was a man, made it uncomfortable to work as she nearly breathed down his scarf every ten seconds; whispering strange innuendos and licking her lips with a grotesque slurping sound.
Even so, as Lars tentatively turned his golden eyes to the office across the hall from him, there was the lady in question staring right back at him, offering a tiny wave with bright red, overgrown fake fingernails.
He cringed ...
That isn't funny.. She pinched my butt and she also has a wedding ring. I think she's either going to rape me or kill you...
The Dutchman typed away, stopping his ministrations for a second as his boss passed by and pulled out his phone again. Sighing a little contently, Antonio was always quick to throw out compliments that made the ash blonde's heart flutter.
I miss you.
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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 22, 2012 11:48:31 GMT -5
The beautiful mental image of Majorum straddling his lover popped into Antonio's mind, inspiring supple lips to pull into a straight line, facial expression clearly disturbed as his eyes squinted in displeasure. There was something so horribly wrong with that entire picture. Maybe he could sympathize with Lars. He'd suffer a tragic death beneath all three hundred plus pounds Majorum had to offer. The headlines would have a field day.
'Okay. I apologize amor that really is terrible...'
Glancing back at his paperwork, the brunette once more began filing, adjusting his glasses and attempting to concentrate on his current assignment. He didn't get very far before that familiar buzz against his thigh pulled him from his desk and emeralds adverted to the screen of his phone. He wouldn't be getting much done today.
'I miss you more <3...send me a picture of your handsome face so I have something to motivate me to get through today ;u;'
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 25, 2012 0:59:48 GMT -5
"Ga een pauze nemen, Van Dyke." Take a break, Van Dyke.
Lars quirked an eyebrow as his boss passed by, a bit scared he was caught texting but no, he realized he had piqued his few hours on his shift that required a thirty minute break. Thank god.
"Dank u. Ik ben zo terug in de dertig."
Thanks.. I'll be back in 30.
He got up from his spot behind the computer to the break room, successfully clocking out as he read the text once his phone vibrated.
He raises an ash blonde eyebrow at the request, but complied none the less.
Okay, hold on .. I just got on break !.
Aren't I hot ? ;)
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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 25, 2012 12:13:51 GMT -5
......
Antonio lifted a slender hand to cover his mouth, trying to stifle another fit of laughter as emeralds peered down amusingly at his fiance's picture. He was so ridiculously handsome, even when making such a silly face. It was something only Lars could really pull off. The Spaniard constantly caught himself thinking that his fiance could make a living off of just being a model. The brunette's cheeks blushed a dainty pink at the mere thought of the Dutchman strutting down a runway, a tailored suit perfectly conformed to his body.
He wasn't going to get much work done today if this continued...
'You're so handsome! ;u; <3 You look amazing in my shirt amor! Oh, and I'm going to take my break soon too actually'
Rising from his seat, Antonio wandered over to the receptionist desk, informing the petite blonde behind the counter, who he vaguely remembered was named Carin, that he was taking off for lunch.
'Want to grab a bite to eat with me? :)'
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