We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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REACTIONS:
➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
Time. He hadn't figured on an exact time, but now that it was mentioned to him, he looked at his watch. "Taking into account that I'll have some discussions with the prosecution tomorrow morning, I'll be able to be here after lunch."
Unless the meeting went over, which he really hoped it wouldn't. The prosecution knew what he knew. The prosecution knew what he was going to be giving them. But they enjoyed dragging things out. Inconveniencing him.
They had the right, of course. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it.
"I'll talk to the guards about bringing in outside food," he offered as well. "I know what the meals are like in here."
Meals from outside? Good God, that would be like manna from heaven. Not that Justin couldn't get whatever he wanted with a few well-placed bills, but the idea of having it brought to him without his needing to shove around his wealth was nice. It was, well, humane. He hadn't been getting a lot of that lately, and if the situation was less dire, he might have smiled.
As it was, his lips twitched upwards. Just a tad, just on one side, but it was there.
"That'd be great. Anything works. I don't have any food allergies. Chinese? Chinese is good, if you like Chinese. But, yeah: anything works."
He smacks the reading material against his palm once more, lips pursing as though to think of anything else he needs. Shoelaces? Yes. But he won't be getting them until he leaves, he knows, so it's pointless to even bring them up.
"I'll get on this immediately and see you tomorrow, then."
Chinese? Well, that was easy enough - easy enough to be done without even thinking about it, even if he was sure he'd end up hitting a buffet and bringing back two take-out boxes. But Chinese...
No problem.
"Any preferences for dishes while I'm at it?" It wouldn't hurt to be a little nice to his client. Especially since Hammer was already being put through the wringer.
It was out of his mouth without filter to stop it. Chinese noodles. The man had the world on a string on his finger, financially speaking, and all he could immediately think of was noodles. No fancy names to run off his tongue with practiced ease. No. Just noodles.
"Anything with noodles. And a bowl of rice would be great. Uh...pepper and chicken, other than that. I'm easy to please, really. Chinese in general, whatever you get, it'll be fine."
It'll be fine. The food would be fine, whatever it was. His lawyer would be fine, as long as he pulled through (and even if he didn't, Justin wouldn't leave him out cold; he tried his best). And Justin, if he kept repeating it? He might be fine, too.
"Noodles. Pepper and chicken. And rice." He'd try to remember that. Noodles, he was sure he could handle. Lo mein was a favourite in his house, so he'd need no reminder of that. But peppers were off the menu for Jack, so that might be a bit more difficult.
He'd make the effort.
"I'll be back tomorrow."
And with that, he turned to push the chair back out into the office he'd gotten it from, his briefcase in hand. It would be an interesting overnight, to say the least. He was already making bets with himself on how many phone calls he'd get before morning.
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Unless the meeting went over, which he really hoped it wouldn't. The prosecution knew what he knew. The prosecution knew what he was going to be giving them. But they enjoyed dragging things out. Inconveniencing him.
They had the right, of course. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it.
"I'll talk to the guards about bringing in outside food," he offered as well. "I know what the meals are like in here."
A hint of humanity. Maybe that would help, too.
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As it was, his lips twitched upwards. Just a tad, just on one side, but it was there.
"That'd be great. Anything works. I don't have any food allergies. Chinese? Chinese is good, if you like Chinese. But, yeah: anything works."
He smacks the reading material against his palm once more, lips pursing as though to think of anything else he needs. Shoelaces? Yes. But he won't be getting them until he leaves, he knows, so it's pointless to even bring them up.
"I'll get on this immediately and see you tomorrow, then."
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No problem.
"Any preferences for dishes while I'm at it?" It wouldn't hurt to be a little nice to his client. Especially since Hammer was already being put through the wringer.
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It was out of his mouth without filter to stop it. Chinese noodles. The man had the world on a string on his finger, financially speaking, and all he could immediately think of was noodles. No fancy names to run off his tongue with practiced ease. No. Just noodles.
"Anything with noodles. And a bowl of rice would be great. Uh...pepper and chicken, other than that. I'm easy to please, really. Chinese in general, whatever you get, it'll be fine."
It'll be fine. The food would be fine, whatever it was. His lawyer would be fine, as long as he pulled through (and even if he didn't, Justin wouldn't leave him out cold; he tried his best). And Justin, if he kept repeating it? He might be fine, too.
Might.
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He'd make the effort.
"I'll be back tomorrow."
And with that, he turned to push the chair back out into the office he'd gotten it from, his briefcase in hand. It would be an interesting overnight, to say the least. He was already making bets with himself on how many phone calls he'd get before morning.