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[synanthrope]

The curious wonder of all the new entrees into the City society.

Have a job listing.

Looking for: one mechanic, experience necessary, to assist in the day-to-day operations of a small-scale garage.

One manager, no experience necessary, preferably with an acute interest in women's shoes, to keep things tidy.

And I suppose, one more position, whatever you think you can do, prove your case to me.

I miss Mr. Eames.

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[studmuffin]

I could pretend I like high heels?

audio;

[synanthrope]

Only pretend?

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[studmuffin]

I mean objectively I do? On seriously smoking hot women. And the occasional dude with awesome ankles.

[ ... 8D ]

audio;

[synanthrope]

How liberal of you, Stiles.

audio;

[studmuffin]

Once you get adopted by a coven of drag queens your life is ninety percent better, so.

audio;

[synanthrope]

Are you actually applying for the job?

audio;

[studmuffin]

I wasn't, but now I think I should so you don't think I'm a creepy stalker.

audio;

[synanthrope]

You're not very good at creepy.

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[studmuffin]

What would I have to do if I did wanna apply?

[ Could he hang out with Saya? That sounds awesome. ]

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[synanthrope]

Manage the paperwork. Take care of my shoes. Keep the area clean. Handle incoming clients when I'm too busy to care.

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[studmuffin]

[ Weighing it up. ]

I could do that.

audio;

[synanthrope]

Agreed.

audio;

[studmuffin]

Is there a form?

audio;

[synanthrope]

You can come in for the paperwork.

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[studmuffin]

Right now?

audio;

[synanthrope]

Yes, if you like.

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[studmuffin]

Okay, cool. Be over in like fifteen?

audio;

[synanthrope]

Fifteen, then.

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[studmuffin]

[ AND LO! Here he is, stinking of werewolf. ]

Hey!

[synanthrope]

[She comes out of her office wearing something expensive, designer, fitted, and very well tailored. She gives him a once over]

Hello, Stiles.

[She has a bundle of paperwork, and she walks over, and hands it to him]

Maybe we'll stick with the managing of the office, before I let you near my shoes.

[studmuffin]

[ Stop, she is so hot. ]

Hey, whatever you want. I mean I'd totally take care of them, right? But if you wanna wait we can wait.

[synanthrope]

Let me show you the offices.

[She's keeping a good three feet from him because oh my god he reeks, but there's her office, meticulous, clean, and orderly, and then she opens the door to the office that used to belong to Eames and it's...well, empty]

This is yours.

[studmuffin]

If I'm successful, right?

[ Because forms! ]

[synanthrope]

And if you shower before you come here, yes.

[studmuffin]

Do I stink?

[ Lifting his arm to smell his armpit and then realising that's ... not professional. ]

[synanthrope]

Delicate mechanical devices, Stiles. Skin oils isn't always the best for them.

[studmuffin]

I'll keep that in mind.