[in progress, Open to AMC]

[itaintsyaoran]

WHO: Clone-Syaoran, Anyone at AMC HQ
WHAT: Being a good little specimen and watching tv, although bored.
WHERE: Employee lobby at AMC head quarters
WHEN: Evening

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[milly_fox]

[completely ooc - omg Wyatt Earp. You made my day with that cut tag. No freakin' lie. And it was a bad day.]

[gettingawaywith]

Dexter was working late that evening, on a case that involved so much blood spatter that even he was taking a little longer than usual to determine what happened, and in what order.

He was stopping in for more (burned) coffee, when he noticed the person sitting in the lobby.

The man glanced at his watch, noting that whoever this was must have been one of the few that ever lingered after the busy hours in the AMC building.

Dexter didn't stay too late himself most of the time, and he guessed that it was the reason why he didn't recognize this face.

"Taking a break?" His voice was friendly. The man was pouring himself a mug full of coffee, and looking around for creamer or something else to alleviate the taste of the scorched drink.

The coffee maker always burned the coffee. It was why he usually had instant in his desk drawer.

[itaintsyaoran]

"I suppose I am until someone gives me something to do" The clone shrugged. He sat up, stretching a little. He frowned a little, sympathizing with Dexter's plight although he himself wasn't allowed coffee. It still smelled awful as it burned. "You look busy" He added, usually equating blood with productivity.

That was why he had no respect for the desk-job types.

[gettingawaywith]

"I guess you could call it that." He smiled, slightly, at the rather young-looking man on the couch.

"Are you in the middle of a project?"

Ah. Creamer and sugar. It should have been enough, but the man's eyes scanned the table for donuts.

[itaintsyaoran]

"I was created for a specific purpose. I guess that counts as a project. I don't have any leads though about that. Unless I get something, I'm either running jobs for everyone else.... or hanging out" The clone explained, giving the television a look of complete disgust.

"Need anything?" He asked, his blank expression failing to show he was holding out a little hope.