Derek looks up and around, mostly out of curiosity and partially out of sheer boredom, and he notices the woman carrying the precarious cup of "coffee" without watching where she's going. The room is crowded enough that that's a legitimate cause for concern and, sure enough, when he looks, she's about to walk right into an ORANGE.
"Miss? Hey, miss, you're…miss," he tries.
Fuck it, she can't hear him and call him stupid, but she's cute and he imagines that scalding a higher clearance level is probably some form of treason. There's kind of a shortage of eye candy around here, he might a well take the hit and keep this one out of prison...or wherever they hold the treasonous clones. If they hold them at all...
Derek gets to his feet quickly, muttering hasty apologies as he makes his way back to the aisle, just in time to stop directly between she and the man in ORANGE she's seconds from colliding with. So she collides with Derek instead and now he's wearing the coffee, hissing from the initial temperature of it as it soaks into his ill-fitted jumpsuit.
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"Miss? Hey, miss, you're…miss," he tries.
Fuck it, she can't hear him and call him stupid, but she's cute and he imagines that scalding a higher clearance level is probably some form of treason. There's kind of a shortage of eye candy around here, he might a well take the hit and keep this one out of prison...or wherever they hold the treasonous clones. If they hold them at all...
Derek gets to his feet quickly, muttering hasty apologies as he makes his way back to the aisle, just in time to stop directly between she and the man in ORANGE she's seconds from colliding with. So she collides with Derek instead and now he's wearing the coffee, hissing from the initial temperature of it as it soaks into his ill-fitted jumpsuit.