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[Trillian]

He was sitting on a plastic tub chair, the kind that wrapped around your ass without quite getting it right, so that either the small funnel shaped arms bit into the outside of your thighs or your ass demanded some repireve, causing the sitter to shift their weight around like they wanted to go to the toilet but there wasn\'t a spare stall around.
 
He adjusted his glasses and lowered his hand back onto the briefcase nesting on his lap, fingers hooking over the edge protectively and drawing it a centimetre closer to his stomach while wide blue eyes flicked from right to left at nothing in particular before he made himself stare at the floor. Peripherally he could see the tops of his shiny black shoes. He liked shiny shoes. Shoes were one of the first things he noticed about people, whether they showed their feet or kept their shoes nice, whether fashion or practicality was the choice of the day. Shoes could tell him a lot about character. The floor beyond those shoes was a ghastly combination of pale blue and butter-yellow linoleum tile. It was so offensive to look at that he had to shift his attention to something else, and found himself staring intently at the pair of shoes that belonged to the person sitting next to him.

[Existentially Odd]

A bored sigh escaped his lips as he shifted into a slouch in the opposite direction, lifting his other sneakered foot onto his jean-clad knee as he did.  He felt the guy beside him looking sort of shiftily at him and frowned, looking the guy\'s way questioningly.  He didn\'t expect his direct, brown-eyed gaze to be met, but he looked anyway - especially since he was somewhat hunched towards the guy now.

Hrmm.  He was checking out his Nikes by the looks - they were fairly expensive and well-maintained for he used them for their advertised purpose.  Basketball.  He had the frame, the large hands to match the sport.  Just not the skills, sadly.

Was the guy going to roll him for his fucking sneakers?  Here?  A soft snort was emitted and he grinned despite himself, straightening out of his slouch all while looking at the guy.  "Why the fuck d\'they put chairs like this in here?  They\'re shit," he said suddenly, smirking because he was intruding on the guy\'s head space as well as physical space now.

[Trillian]

He didn\'t look like the type of man to roll anybody for their sneakers, considering the shiny black shoes he wore, the briefcase he carried and the business suit primly set about his somewhat overweight person.  The tie was clipped with a shiny silver clasp that was both obvious and unobtrusive.
 
At the spoken words, blue eyes lifted to meet the chocolate stare of the athlete and the pale-skinned businessman flinched ever so slightly before his gaze darted around the room they were in to make sure that people were ignoring them (and they were) before staring back at the basketballer.
 
His knuckles whitened on the briefcase as he leaned towards the large-framed man that was hunched towards him, not even bothering to acknowledge what had already been said.
 
"Are you... have you come here to..."  He was flustered, and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead and upper lip.  He resisted the urge to wipe them away.  "You know," he finished, gesturing minutely with his head at the basketballer himself as if he should make sense of this scene.  "You fit the description," the pudgy man suggested.

[Existentially Odd]

His grin lessened as the guy wobbled nervously at him and he had to think about what was being said.  It was a little difficult to follow the cloak-and-dagger tone, while staring at the sweat forming on the bloke\'s face.  When he was done speaking, Andy\'s smile returned and he took the time to look the man beside him over.  His own attempt at formality - a clean pair of blue jeans, his good sneakers, a crisp, white long-sleeved button-up shirt and a dark blue tie - didn\'t measure up at all by comparison, but it was the best he could be bothered doing.

"Yeah," he said confidently, eyes glittering at the thought that he was continuing to make the man feel uncomfortable.  "Why, you don\'t think I can?" he challenged.