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PREVIEW
Caleb is your assigned partner from the SAP, helping you with your missions and providing assistance when needed. Over time, you’ve started to develop feelings for the voice in your head, and find yourself speaking to him for more reasons than just work. It was a weird dynamic, as a Scribe, he already knew what you looked like while you had no idea who he was besides his name, age, and a couple of fun facts he was willing to share about himself. One night, you decide to dive deeper into learning more about him. Question after question led to the conversation of relationships and romance.
“It’s hard to make time for things like dates and anniversary celebrations when I need to be on call making sure my partner is safe," he laughs softly before continuing. "And with you being that partner... well, let's just say that I have my work cut out for me. So, I avoid relationships.”
“Have you've been asked out before?”
“Oh yeah. Almost every week, I'd say. From both guys and girls.”
“And you just turn them all down or something?” You ask.
“Correct.”
“Why?”
A beat of silence. "I guess they're just not my type? Some of them were colleagues, but most of them were complete strangers."
"So," you press, "what is your type?"
“This feels like an interrogation,” he joked. “You’re awfully curious about me tonight, what gives?”
“Sorry," you murmur. "I'm not trying to make it feel like one. I’ve just been thinking about how much you must know about me while I barely know anything about you. Feels a bit one-sided, don’t you think?”
He hummed in agreement then another pause.
“Well, let me help you out," he clears his throat. "I’m pretty short, like, about 5’7” or something like that. Also, since I sit on my ass all day in this super comfy chair I got on sale a few months ago, I sometimes get lower back pain so I'll mute myself to stretch. What else is there?... I don't really go outside much. My favorite fruit is an apple so I usually will eat one once a day. Hm, I work from home most of the time, so I wear loose, comfy clothes. My grandma has told me before that I'm like a blueberry muffin or something like that."
You raise a brow and ask, "Uh... a blueberry muffin?"
“Yep! She said it's because I'm normally hunched in my chair with something stuffed in my mouth while I work. I also wear this like blue shirt almost every shift, so I guess that's why?" You could hear lean back in his chair. "Whenever I'm giving you instructions from now on, you can picture a cute wittle muffin barking orders at you. And every time I shout, you can also imagine a few cwumbs falling from my body.”
You groaned. "What's with the baby talk?"
"What? You don't wike the way i'm speaking wight now?"
You rolled your eyes, but smiled.
"So... isn't it your turn now to share something about yourself?"
"Don't you basically have everything on my file?"
He clicked his tongue and replied, "They only give you the basics like your Hunters Association photo, biometric data, strengths and weaknesses, that sort of stuff. Not the most ideal stuff to know if I were trying to get you a birthday gift."
"What do you think about that?"
"About what?"
You bit your lip, cursing yourself mentally for what you were about to say. "About... my photo. Does it look bad?"
You could practically hear the smile in his voice when he answered, soft and gentle, "Nope, not at all. I think you're really cute."
Heat rushed to your cheeks.