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Jun. 16th, 2012 09:58 pmShadowing DOStin for the first time is... beyond awkward.
He isn't vindictive. He doesn't try to exact revenge for Enzo's past pranks, or actively make his life miserable. That would not be professional. And DOStin is always professional.
But he barely looks at Enzo. There is absolutely zero small talk, and not much large talk, either; he barks occasional orders, and that's it. Enzo follows him from site to site. They mend a few Tears. At one point they assist in taking down a couple of malbots, which is pretty exciting, but as soon as the fight's over, DOStin marches Enzo straight off to the next job and totally kills the rush.
Multiple times throughout the morning, Enzo starts to lose his temper, but manages to cut it off so that all that escapes is a brief strangled noise. Even this doesn't get a reaction.
Finally, they stop for lunch. (This, at least, is much better than the Academy cafeteria, and almost everywhere offers discounts for 'our sprites in cyan.') Enzo toys with his taco, picking individual tiny primitives out of the filling, and forces himself to speak up. "DOStin?"
DOStin looks at him, a bit coldly.
"Sir?" Enzo corrects himself.
"Cadet?"
"I, um... I just wanted to say sorry for... you know, all the pranks and trolling and stuff while you were moderator."
Silence.
Then DOStin nods, once, his face impossible to read.
"That's... that's all."
He nods again. Enzo isn't sure if that's an acceptance of his apology or what.
"So..."
Pwing! "Guardian deQueue, Cadet Matrix, buffer overflow in Sector 1101," says the dispatcher on the vidwindow.
"Um." Enzo holds up his taco. "Can we..."
DOStin cuts him off. "We'll eat on the way."
The dispatcher smirks. "You might not want a full stomach when you get there."
The two Guardians, for once in accord, wince.
He isn't vindictive. He doesn't try to exact revenge for Enzo's past pranks, or actively make his life miserable. That would not be professional. And DOStin is always professional.
But he barely looks at Enzo. There is absolutely zero small talk, and not much large talk, either; he barks occasional orders, and that's it. Enzo follows him from site to site. They mend a few Tears. At one point they assist in taking down a couple of malbots, which is pretty exciting, but as soon as the fight's over, DOStin marches Enzo straight off to the next job and totally kills the rush.
Multiple times throughout the morning, Enzo starts to lose his temper, but manages to cut it off so that all that escapes is a brief strangled noise. Even this doesn't get a reaction.
Finally, they stop for lunch. (This, at least, is much better than the Academy cafeteria, and almost everywhere offers discounts for 'our sprites in cyan.') Enzo toys with his taco, picking individual tiny primitives out of the filling, and forces himself to speak up. "DOStin?"
DOStin looks at him, a bit coldly.
"Sir?" Enzo corrects himself.
"Cadet?"
"I, um... I just wanted to say sorry for... you know, all the pranks and trolling and stuff while you were moderator."
Silence.
Then DOStin nods, once, his face impossible to read.
"That's... that's all."
He nods again. Enzo isn't sure if that's an acceptance of his apology or what.
"So..."
Pwing! "Guardian deQueue, Cadet Matrix, buffer overflow in Sector 1101," says the dispatcher on the vidwindow.
"Um." Enzo holds up his taco. "Can we..."
DOStin cuts him off. "We'll eat on the way."
The dispatcher smirks. "You might not want a full stomach when you get there."
The two Guardians, for once in accord, wince.
