http://dojima-hime.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-10-25 11:25 am
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The Perk, Saturday Morning [10.25]

Dōjima had listened to the radio broadcast this morning, intent on mocking those of her classmates that had family show up.

She had a very, very, bad feeling about some of the things she'd heard, and found herself at the Perk in desperate need of coffee.

If she was right (and she probably was), the old bastard could damn well do the leg work and come find her.

[OOC: For the guest, but Open Perk is Open for all your caffeine addiction needs!]

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
In the corner, hat pulled down low over his face, sat Juliano.

He had a steaming cup of tea in front of him, and a cup of coffee sitting on the table across from him. And an empty chair.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Three shots, in fact, but Juliano would wait for her to find out herself.

"Good morning, Miss Dojima."

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is an interesting place," Juliano admitted. "And I have spoken to some interesting people."

He lifts an eyebrow, "Did one of them advise you of my arrival?"

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, not at all," he lied. "I was simply wondering how your friends would react."

"And not informing you... how interesting." Not very good friends, were they?

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are good, Miss Dojima. I will not deny that."

But Juliano is better. He's been doing this for a long time.

He let his gaze flick to her coffee, as if to point out that he knew what to have waiting for her.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your father did ask me to attend," Juliano demurs. "He wished for me to check up on his troublesome daughter."

Of course Dojima knows that convincing her father to ask someone to do something they already want to do is quite easy.

"How could I deny such a request?"

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. And those at STN-J are likely to decide that any out of character behavior from you is simply aggravation with him."

Juliano smiled coldly.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will manage." That wasn't an assurance, it was an order.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"give me a summary," Juliano suggested. Without telling her how much he did or didn't know already.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seeing as I am an old friend of your family, I hardly see this as a problem." That was, after all, the cover he planned to use.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your father asked me to see how you were doing." And that was why he was here.

"He wanted to know if you were feeling anxious about your future, after you graduate." After the evaluation.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Juliano nodded. "And is there something you would not like me to report?" Something she wanted him to know personally?

Besides the obvious, of cours.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"And what should I tell him about that young man...? What's his name?"

As if Juliano didn't know.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"And should I tell him to expect to have to deal with either of them after you graduate? I am sure he is hoping that you will leave all of your foolishness behind here when you leave."

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Juliano nodded. "I'm sure he will be happy to hear that."

He leaned back and sipped his tea.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Another nod. They're in public, so Juliano won't point out that her father is an idiot.

But the slight twitch in his jaw might give it away to someone who's dealt with him before.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A tiny, almost proud, smile slips across Juliano's face.

"Your father simply wants to know that you are content with the choices you have made."

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am sure your father will be relieved to hear that," Juliano suggested.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"He has not said anything to me," Juliano pointed out. But then he offered a half-smile, "But you are probably right."

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Juliano's cold smile returned. "It was good to see you again, Miss Dojima."

That was a pretty clear dismissal.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He sat silently until she had taken two steps toward the door. Then he spoke without raising his voice.

"That boy says he loves you." His eyes were narrowed, watching carefully for her reaction.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"And that you say the same." His tone was carefully neutral, no hint of approval or disapproval evident.

[identity profile] father-juliano.livejournal.com 2008-10-26 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Even a man with as much self-control as Juliano couldn't suppress a slight smile at the gesture.

For just a moment his eyes looked fond and he inclined his head. That was answer enough, after all. "Be safe, my child."

He didn't bother trying to hide the fact that he meant it.

[identity profile] bprd-demon.livejournal.com 2008-10-25 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd like a gallon of coffee, please. Lotsa cream, lotsa sugar." He smiled, a particularly winning smile. He looked around a bit as the staff tried to find a cup big enough.