Plans for the week
Who: Yansa and Gregory (and Victor Czajak, briefly, over the phone)
Where: their home
When: Monday evening
After a long day at the office, Yansa was ready to relax. She settled down onto the couch, and took off her shoes and rubbed her feet. Her ankle bracelets with all the charms jingled pleasantly. She still wasn't entirely used to wearing closed-toed shoes.
Gregory called from the bathroom, "Hello, dear -- how was work today?"
"Pretty good," Yansa said. "I just have to make a couple of phone calls tonight- I wasn't able to get a hold of Michael's father during the day. His girlfriend said he was out on a case and I would have to try back this evening. I really want to set up an appointment to speak to him about Michael's childhood."
"That ought to be interesting," Gregory commented, emerging from the bathroom and drying his hair.
"Yes, I want to see what he has to say about Michael and about what occurred. At least according to all reports, he's stable and sane now - but I think the two of them are still almost entirely estranged," Yansa said.
She smiled when she noticed his wet hair. "Oh, I missed shower time- too bad. Come give me kisses. How was your day?"
Gregory grinned and headed over to smooch. "Sorry, but I smelled terrible. All sweaty and sticky and uck. Still, it's been an alright day."
Yansa kissed. "Oh, so necessary shower time- not fun shower time. I feel better about missing it then." She buried her head in his neck. "Mmm... you smell nice now though."
Gregory nodded. "Lavender body wash."
"Yummy," Yansa said, kissing the hollow of his throat. "I can make that phone call in a bit. Come sit with me, love..."
Gregory grinned. "Alright." He settled down onto the couch, tugging Yansa down with him.
"So how'd you get all icky, anyhow?" Yansa asked, settling into his arms.
"Mostly jogging -- I was jogging around today to get a feel for the neighborhood by daylight," Gregory answered.
"What's it like?" Yansa asked, petting his hair.
"Not too bad. Actually, it's pretty friendly. For all the trouble, people are really friendly around here," Gregory commented.
"Well, that's good that they're friendly," Yansa said. "We should definitely explore more."
Gregory nodded. "Plus, I just like getting out in the fresh air."
"Yes- we haven't been going for our walks as much since coming here," Yansa agreed. "More walking, definitely in order. Did you discover any nice places today?"
"They have a very nice park," Gregory said.
"Oh, lovely.. we should have a picnic before the weather turns too chill," Yansa said.
Gregory nodded. "We should. You should take a day off."
"Tomorrow?" Yansa asked. "I could."
"Sounds like a plan then," Gregory said, smiling.
"Oh- I should call Mr. Czajak before it gets too late," Yansa said, reluctantly disentangling from Gregory to get the phone.
"Bah." Gregory let her go, though.
"I know, dear - it'll only take a moment though," she promised, and got out her planner to check the number. She dialed, and resettled on the couch.
After a few rings, Victor answered. "Hello."
"Hello - is this Mr. Czajak?" Yansa asked.
"It is," Victor answered.
"Hello - my name is Yansa Delacroix, I'm with the OSI and I'm currently counseling your son Michael," she said.
"What's he done now?" Victor asked, a less-than-pleased tone already appearing in his voice.
"Oh- he's not in trouble," Yansa said. "But as part of his educational program, we're trying to get an understanding of his background. I'd like to have a talk with you if possible about his formative years. Would you have time for that sometime this week?"
"... I suppose. How's Thursday?" Victor said, after a moment.
"Thursday would be fine, thank you. Can you come in to my office, or should I come to yours?" Yansa asked.
"If you wouldn't mind coming to mine, that would do perfectly," Victor answered.
"Not a problem," Yansa said. "I have your place of business on file. What time is good for you?"
"Three o'clock," Victor said. "I'll see you then, miss Delacroix."
"Alright, three it is," Yansa said, penciling it in. "I look forward to speaking to you, Mr. Czajak. Have a nice evening."
Victor hung up without further comment.
"Well, that's all set - though I can see some of the attitude he has about his son already," Yansa said, frowning.
"How so?" Gregory asked.
"Well, he didn't ask 'is my son okay', he asked 'what's he done now?'," Yansa said. "And his entire tone changed."
"Ah. Sounds charming," Gregory said, chuckling a bit. "I take it there's little love lost there."
"Yes- they had quite the falling out last year- have you heard the story yet?" Yansa asked.
"You explained it, I think -- him trying to kill his son with a big metal sledgehammer?" Gregory inquired.
Yansa nodded. "And his girlfriend. And then Michael got emancipated - and collected his father's property and a good portion of his bank account while his father was in custody."
"Yeah, I'd hazard a guess that they don't get along," Gregory agreed.
"Still, he's the only link we have to Michael's childhood- and if we're going to find something out about Michael's mother, he's likely going to be the best source," Yansa said.
Gregory nodded.
"But enough about work stuff," Yansa said, and settled back into his arms.
"Agreed," Gregory said, pulling her into an embrace. "Time for relaxing now."
Yansa smiled and nuzzled his ear. "Perhaps later this week we should go dancing as well, hm?"
"Definitely," Gregory agreed, stretching out to be nuzzled.
"Nice plans for our week," Yansa said, kissing where she just nuzzled.
"Mmmhmmmm..." Gregory smiled and petted her hair.
Where: their home
When: Monday evening
After a long day at the office, Yansa was ready to relax. She settled down onto the couch, and took off her shoes and rubbed her feet. Her ankle bracelets with all the charms jingled pleasantly. She still wasn't entirely used to wearing closed-toed shoes.
Gregory called from the bathroom, "Hello, dear -- how was work today?"
"Pretty good," Yansa said. "I just have to make a couple of phone calls tonight- I wasn't able to get a hold of Michael's father during the day. His girlfriend said he was out on a case and I would have to try back this evening. I really want to set up an appointment to speak to him about Michael's childhood."
"That ought to be interesting," Gregory commented, emerging from the bathroom and drying his hair.
"Yes, I want to see what he has to say about Michael and about what occurred. At least according to all reports, he's stable and sane now - but I think the two of them are still almost entirely estranged," Yansa said.
She smiled when she noticed his wet hair. "Oh, I missed shower time- too bad. Come give me kisses. How was your day?"
Gregory grinned and headed over to smooch. "Sorry, but I smelled terrible. All sweaty and sticky and uck. Still, it's been an alright day."
Yansa kissed. "Oh, so necessary shower time- not fun shower time. I feel better about missing it then." She buried her head in his neck. "Mmm... you smell nice now though."
Gregory nodded. "Lavender body wash."
"Yummy," Yansa said, kissing the hollow of his throat. "I can make that phone call in a bit. Come sit with me, love..."
Gregory grinned. "Alright." He settled down onto the couch, tugging Yansa down with him.
"So how'd you get all icky, anyhow?" Yansa asked, settling into his arms.
"Mostly jogging -- I was jogging around today to get a feel for the neighborhood by daylight," Gregory answered.
"What's it like?" Yansa asked, petting his hair.
"Not too bad. Actually, it's pretty friendly. For all the trouble, people are really friendly around here," Gregory commented.
"Well, that's good that they're friendly," Yansa said. "We should definitely explore more."
Gregory nodded. "Plus, I just like getting out in the fresh air."
"Yes- we haven't been going for our walks as much since coming here," Yansa agreed. "More walking, definitely in order. Did you discover any nice places today?"
"They have a very nice park," Gregory said.
"Oh, lovely.. we should have a picnic before the weather turns too chill," Yansa said.
Gregory nodded. "We should. You should take a day off."
"Tomorrow?" Yansa asked. "I could."
"Sounds like a plan then," Gregory said, smiling.
"Oh- I should call Mr. Czajak before it gets too late," Yansa said, reluctantly disentangling from Gregory to get the phone.
"Bah." Gregory let her go, though.
"I know, dear - it'll only take a moment though," she promised, and got out her planner to check the number. She dialed, and resettled on the couch.
After a few rings, Victor answered. "Hello."
"Hello - is this Mr. Czajak?" Yansa asked.
"It is," Victor answered.
"Hello - my name is Yansa Delacroix, I'm with the OSI and I'm currently counseling your son Michael," she said.
"What's he done now?" Victor asked, a less-than-pleased tone already appearing in his voice.
"Oh- he's not in trouble," Yansa said. "But as part of his educational program, we're trying to get an understanding of his background. I'd like to have a talk with you if possible about his formative years. Would you have time for that sometime this week?"
"... I suppose. How's Thursday?" Victor said, after a moment.
"Thursday would be fine, thank you. Can you come in to my office, or should I come to yours?" Yansa asked.
"If you wouldn't mind coming to mine, that would do perfectly," Victor answered.
"Not a problem," Yansa said. "I have your place of business on file. What time is good for you?"
"Three o'clock," Victor said. "I'll see you then, miss Delacroix."
"Alright, three it is," Yansa said, penciling it in. "I look forward to speaking to you, Mr. Czajak. Have a nice evening."
Victor hung up without further comment.
"Well, that's all set - though I can see some of the attitude he has about his son already," Yansa said, frowning.
"How so?" Gregory asked.
"Well, he didn't ask 'is my son okay', he asked 'what's he done now?'," Yansa said. "And his entire tone changed."
"Ah. Sounds charming," Gregory said, chuckling a bit. "I take it there's little love lost there."
"Yes- they had quite the falling out last year- have you heard the story yet?" Yansa asked.
"You explained it, I think -- him trying to kill his son with a big metal sledgehammer?" Gregory inquired.
Yansa nodded. "And his girlfriend. And then Michael got emancipated - and collected his father's property and a good portion of his bank account while his father was in custody."
"Yeah, I'd hazard a guess that they don't get along," Gregory agreed.
"Still, he's the only link we have to Michael's childhood- and if we're going to find something out about Michael's mother, he's likely going to be the best source," Yansa said.
Gregory nodded.
"But enough about work stuff," Yansa said, and settled back into his arms.
"Agreed," Gregory said, pulling her into an embrace. "Time for relaxing now."
Yansa smiled and nuzzled his ear. "Perhaps later this week we should go dancing as well, hm?"
"Definitely," Gregory agreed, stretching out to be nuzzled.
"Nice plans for our week," Yansa said, kissing where she just nuzzled.
"Mmmhmmmm..." Gregory smiled and petted her hair.