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alexander cumore

ADA Alexander Cumore. If you've something to say, I'll certainly hear it - do leave a message for me, won't you? ♡

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11/21

[scythegun]

[After that conversation with Cumore earlier today, Jaeger's not exactly looking forward to meeting him. This is going to be annoying. But with any luck he'll get some answers from Cumore, and since that's what he needs, he's willing to put up with being a little annoyed.

He arrives on time and takes a seat in the cafe; it's the sort of place that isn't crowded at this time of day and it's not likely that there will be anyone coming in to worry about. They should be just fine talking about whatever they want here.]

[drydrown]

[It isn't long after that Cumore sweeps in; his movements are brisk, both due to the cold and also the fact that he's just...very tall and lanky and has the stride to match, and he'll stop by the counter to ensure that he's got something warm to put in his system to counter the cold. He flushes easily in response to it, and now isn't an exception; it's been frigid out lately, cold enough for snow (though it seems to have been very light so far, which is nice), and as such he's going to leave his coat on for the time being, at least until he's warmed up. The coat, like everything else he's got on, seems expensive as hell, but he's willing to risk getting something on it should things go pear-shaped with the drink order until he's warmed up.

Once that's dealt with, though, he'll make his way over to Jaeger easily enough, though he doesn't sit down immediately.]

Mr. Schwarz, is it? I don't believe we've really spoken at length until the Retrospec app; if we have...well, I work with people, you know how it goes.

[...That is surprisingly pleasant, given how he's pretty much lord of the shitpost on the app itself.]

[scythegun]

[Huh. That is surprisingly pleasant. This is probably going to go straight to hell in about three minutes, but Jaeger smiles and shakes his head.]

No need for formalities! You can just call me Jaeger.

[No one calls him "Mr. Schwarz", that just sounds weird.]

It's good of you to meet me here!

1/25

[scythegun]

[It's later at night when Jaeger gets in contact with Cumore. The first thing he does is send a picture of a drawn map. The continents are labeled but that's about the most Jaeger can do with it. A text follows shortly after.]

That's the most I can fill in for you. Are you available to talk for a bit?

[You know, about world-related stuff and totally not how you're doing.]

[drydrown]

[...Oh, that's...huh.

Today has kind of been a total wash, but he expected that; he's ensured that he won't be bothered for the next few days, work-wise, and that's...well, honestly, it's been kind of a mistake, but he's been trying to settle a bit, at least. He's had...some success, not much.]

I am, yes. Like this, or in person?

[...Well, it looks like the proper typing is back, so chances are that he's not remarkably inebriated at the moment.

[scythegun]

[That's definitely a good sign.]

I think in person would be better, if you're fine with it!

2/4

[onemillion]

[It's been impossible to miss the way the lights point toward the tunnels again and with the disappearance of so many important political figures, Rossiu doesn't feel right just sitting on his hands. He'd ventured down into the tunnels last month, but he hadn't gotten very far.

He's not sure what prompts him to text Cumore of all people, but if there's anyone who has their shit together, it's the ADA. The text comes in sometime in the afternoon.]

Mr. Cumore, do you have a minute?

[drydrown]

[There is an irony is assuming Cumore has his shit together when he's been avoiding pretty much everyone for a couple weeks in favor of being a total human disaster, but that's okay. Hi, Rossiu.]

Yes, of course. What's on your mind?

[onemillion]

[Nah, you're totally doing fine, you've just been busy!!]

I was wondering if you've noticed anything strange about the tunnels. Last month I tried going down there, but I didn't get very far.

2/1

[floret]

Hello Mr. Cumore!
I took a couple of pictures of Koko when I met her on New Year's. Is it all right if I share them with friends? (Or um is it actually even ok if I keep them?? In case you are concerned for her privacy.)

FYI it's these pictures:

[ attached: two iPhone pics of Koko. The first depicts her looking relaxed and elegant; the second is a selfie in which she is permitting a snuggle from Jamie and is clearly at least as big as his entire upper body. ]

[drydrown]

[oh my god jamie this is precious]

What lovely shots! I'm sure she'd be absolutely flattered. ♡

Share them with whomever you like, it's fine.

[floret]

Thank you so much!

And please tell her I said hello!

3/10 i am almost sorry

[twostringsonebow]

3/18 text

[floret]

Hi Mr. Cumore!
I know this is a little out of the blue, and I'm not actually sure whether you're single to begin with. But by any chance, are you interested in going on a date with a handsome artist?

[floret]

--I should clarify just in case!
Obviously, I'm not the handsome artist. A friend of a friend needs a wedding date / is interested in meeting new people, or something like that.

[drydrown]

[...well, this is...]

You know, I don't really see why not? I'm not dating anyone, and it's not like I'm agreeing to marry the man.

So yes, that sounds fine.

5/2 Action

[blondferret]

[Derek land his Nimbus 2001 in front of Cumore's house with a bag with a pack of beer hanging from the handle. Dismounting, he looks up at the imposing building. Derek is starting to feel a bit sick and wants to mount his broom and fly away. He hadn't called, Cumore probably doesn't even know Derek's here, in his driveway.

But Derek needed to talk to SOMEONE. Foggy wasn't listening to reason, he's sure Tatsuo has heard enough about the issue, and Matt IS the issue. Was Derek scared to talk to Cumore about his issues with Matt and his annoying stubbornness? Yes. Which part of him was telling himself he was being ridiculous since Cumore has never once judge him, but he had never told Cumore anything like this. How badly he had treated one of his close friends and how he still doesn't trust him with his cousin, even if he is happy they are FINALLY together.

Derek removes the bag from the broom handle and walks up to the large set of doors. Reaching out, he pushes the door bell and hears the familiar door bell chime.

Derek wonders how Cumore will react to him just showing up with out any notice. Plus, he probably looks a bit paler than usual (due to being nervous) and maybe even looks like he wants to throw up. Dear god he hopes Cumore won't judge him. He doesn't need another friend judging him.]

[drydrown]

[Cumore takes a little while to get the door, but that's likely to be expected, given the size of the place and the fact that he isn't expecting visitors; the door does open after a long moment, however, and it doesn't seem that Cumore was in the middle of anything immediately important - he doesn't seem disgruntled or annoyed so much as he does moderately curious about who would even be here in the first place. He's dressed as he usually is when he's at home alone, all loose silky clothing that hangs a little oddly off his frame despite the increased muscle mass from Retrospec, and he's in the process of pulling his hair back away com his face and tying it up there when he speaks.]

This is a bit unexpected, don't you think? To say nothing of mid-week; you're fortunate that I-

[He cuts off rather abruptly as he manages to get his hair tied back and actually manages to look at Derek; he tips his head a bit as he takes all that in - the pale complexion, the nerves - and for a moment he's just...quiet.]

...Come on. Don't just stand there.

[He'll move aside, then, to allow Derek entry; he seems a bit awkward about it, but it's an invitation nonetheless.]

Did something happen, or...?

[blondferret]

[Derek steps inside the entry and then turns to Cumore.]

["Did something happen? Oh, you have no idea.]

[It takes Derek a moment to find his voice and instead of looking and Cumore face on like he planned, he looks down. His grip on the handle of his Nimbus 2001 is tight and he's shaking a bit due to how nervous he is.

I-I need to talk to someone, and it needs to be someone who w-won't give me shit for my life choices... Please tell me you can be this person."

10/1

[scythegun]

[Jaeger had said he'd talk to Cumore at some point, but it was something he always assumed would happen later, after he'd had time to figure out how to put his thoughts into words, and then translate that into something that sounds halfway normal. He hadn't thought Cumore would be returning to Retrospec so soon, and he certainly hadn't thought he'd be having this conversation immediately.

But that's a good thing, isn't it? There's no sense in ignoring it, or pretending that everything is fine when it's already obvious that things have changed. Cumore's noticed it. It's not like he could keep this from Cumore forever. So. It's best to be honest.

...

Why is it so much harder to be honest with Cumore than it is with anyone else. He'd take telling the entire goddamn network about his blastia before being honest with Cumore about something involving feelings.

But he's already here, and he's already texted Cumore that he's here, so there's no backing down now. Jaeger gets out of the car, spends entirely too long straightening his suit, and finally approaches the door and knocks. And then continues to straighten his suit and mess with his sleeves and his gloves because today's just going to be like that.

This will go fine if he's honest. He just needs to be honest and not slip into his usual pattern of getting flippant and dismissive. He can do this.]

[drydrown]

[The door will open eventually, though not without something of a production on the other side first; it's obvious Cumore is there, you can just hear a quiet "Koko- Koko, no" followed by the briefest of pauses, and then there's something of a very muted scuffle before the door is open and Cumore is there and he's holding his cat, and as usual it looks like it's sort of a miracle he's not getting dragged over by the fluffbeast, given that he's back to seeming very fragile while the cat is still approximately the size of a small child.

...Hi.]

It's been a little while since we've had visitors, I suppose she wanted to see who it is - well, don't just stand there, do come in.

11/14

[scythegun]

[Hey, Cumore. Hopefully you're awake at one in the goddamn morning, because apparently Jaeger thought this was a good time to text you!]

Are you ordained?

[This is probably going to be extremely stupid.]

[drydrown]

[...there is a sizable pause.]

jaeger i'm glad you've decided to come to the lord but i'm sure he can wait a few hours

i'll baptize you in the morning if you really have no other options

2/3

[scythegun]

[Jaeger's always here for helping out his friends, but the absolute best way to help is by swinging a sword at someone until they remember how to fight, which is not at all an insane thing to do and definitely hasn't ended terribly before. It's fine, his hand healed!! So anyway, he's here with his weapon (in the briefcase form, of course), ringing the doorbell and waiting for Cumore to answer. Surely this won't go poorly!!]

[drydrown]

[...Here's hoping that goes a little better this time around, your damn husband didn't even learn anything useful out of that.

That said, he'll actually be fairly prompt with regards to answering the door; clearly, if he was hungover today it's worn off by now, and as usual he's more than slightly overdressed for what they're about to be doing. It seems he caught the cat before she decided to be the most in-the-way animal in the world while he tries to open the door; he's holding her when he opens the door, looking as usual like he's going to be dragged the fuck over by the fluffbeast but somehow managing to not do that.]

Jaeger. Don't just stand there, come in.

[He'll move to allow for that, at least; despite the phrasing, he seems pretty okay. Not in a particularly good mood, but not bad, either, just kind of the standard degree of not really knowing what to do with himself, he could have been anything and he decided to be sort of an asshole.]