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Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Feb 3, 2023 1:50:19 GMT
Uh, how he hated this place. The sound, the smell...the goons. All of it was a torment. Agustin hated nothing more than the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
The oddity hunter once again sat in his favorite person's office...just kidding, his arch nemesis Marcus Jenson. While the whole congress was a pain, Jenson was the knife in his back that he seemed that he could never get rid of. Head of Unidentifiable Magical Objects, Jenson seemed to rule it with an iron fist.
Making his way down with, of course, an Auror, Agustin thought about what he was going to say to Jenson. There was no way he would tell him what he did with that magical honey combo. It was way better hand than in the hand of Marcus Jenson, and they would probably throw it away and never use it.
Walking up to the office door Jenson's Sereacatry looked over at him. "Seeing you so soon, Mr.Trujillo?" Augstin's lip curled into a smile. "Oh, you know, I am Jenson's favorite had to make sure he didn't miss me." A soft laugh came out. "Uh-huh...You can go in and wait in the chair. Mr. Jenson will be with you soon." The Auror opened the door for him, and Augstin shook his head at him, walking into the oh-so-familiar room.
Augstin could have been a good boy by sitting in the right chair, but he took a seat in the big guy's chair, placing his feet on the desk while flipping through his own file.
Lunch. Jensen’s time to unwind. Recollect his sanity, and maintain some semblance of patterns. A banana, a small eight-ounce container of chocolate milk, and a ham and cheese sandwich on white with dijon mustard. Every day. Every single day. Predictable and safe. He bit into his banana and reviewed his itinerary for the day written down on a solitary sticky note. It was packed. It always seemed to be packed. That was alright. It was for the best. He could handle it where others likely could not. The curse of competency, some would call it. He finished the rest of his fruit, collected his garbage, and disposed of it in the proper receptacle. With an about-face, he exited the break room.
Striding into the space before his office, he noted the concerned look on his secretary’s face. He knew that face. He only made that face under very specific circumstances. Agustin. Always, for whatever reason, Agustin. He scrunched his nose and sighed. Agustin Trujillo was exhausting. Akin to a morning jog of a hearty ten miles, or playing water polo for 2 hours. Time and time again, he tried to explain his reasoning to the man. But to no avail. He had given up some time ago. He wasn’t in the business of wasting breath anyway. Not anymore. He was to be listened to. It was for the good of everyone. Whether they agreed with him or not.
With a small nod, he strode past his secretary into his office to a horrid sight. Agustin. Breaking the rules. Yet again. Manchild. Of the highest order.“Very cute Agustin. A couple of things - remove your feet from the top of my faux mahogany desk. Place them directly on the floor, and stand up, removing yourself from my chair. You can then place your file on that faux mahogany desk. And we can add to it later.” He shook his head, walking over to a small plastic stand in the corner, placing his lunchbox on it. He placed his hands on the stand, and closed his eyes. He drew breath sharply before continuing. “Where’s the honeycomb, Agustin?”
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Mar 15, 2023 15:14:31 GMT
Ah! There he was. Marcus Jensen. Instead of a sight for sore eyes, Jensen was the cause of sore eyes. When Jensen walked in, Agustin smiled ear to ear, hoping that the view he was seeing would upset him.
"Oh, come on, Marcus, don't act like you're not excited to see me." Any way to get under this guy's skin was an accomplishment for Agustin. If he were going to bother Agustin, he would definitely annoy him.
Agustin closed his file, throwing slightly on the desk before him. Then he made eye contact with him as he slowly removed himself from Jensen's desk. "Don't worry; I didn't leave any scratches." Agustin waved his hand over his desk as he walked around to the other side.
"No, how life Agustin or it's a new record for us?" He smirked, teasing Augstin leaning on the wall instead of sitting in the chair. Agustin crossed his legs as well as his arms, and it felt as if it was the only power he had right now.
'Where the honeycomb, Agustin?' Ah, there it was, precisely to the point as always. "I'm not sure what you're talking about?" Agustin shrugged his shoulders. If anything, it was in trusted hands, and there was no need for the government to know where it was. They would lock it up forever and never use it. He was even surprised that Auror Watts that fought with hime against that ghoul, let him take it, but at least that man knew that the people needed it more than Jensen did.
