Walter Sullivan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
illdrinktothat) wrote2013-07-03 11:32 pm
illdrinktothat) wrote2013-07-03 11:32 pm
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Walter didn't sleep at all last night. He spent as much of it as he could trying to figure out what, if any, damage Zopf's interview had caused and... maybe more importantly, what damage Caro's had done. Those questions sat weird with him long after he'd given the all clear that she'd salvaged the moment. Sure the sponsors and the audience probably didn't much of those particular questions, but they had been very specific. Someone had been trying to make a point with them and Walter can't stop worrying over it.
So he paces, strategizes and drinks the night away. By the time the sun rises he's sobered (and showered) up, and actually dressed despite it being his usual hours for grumping about in his bathrobe. He takes to the dining room before the staff even begins to set out breakfast, and he waits. And he waits. Weyoun should be out soon.
So he waits some more.
Where the fuck is Weyoun.
So he paces, strategizes and drinks the night away. By the time the sun rises he's sobered (and showered) up, and actually dressed despite it being his usual hours for grumping about in his bathrobe. He takes to the dining room before the staff even begins to set out breakfast, and he waits. And he waits. Weyoun should be out soon.
So he waits some more.
Where the fuck is Weyoun.
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She loads up her plate and sits back down and Zopf is still talking. That's all right, she has an idea of how to shut him up.
"That must be really nice, having pets," she says slowly, letting her face fall a little. Like she's sad but trying not to show it. "Out in the Seam, we'd have probably had to eat the cat." She looks down at her plate and pushes her food around a little.
There, Zopf. How about that.
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...And so does Weyoun, both at Caro's comment and Walter's... Waltering. Fine. FINE. He'll play this game.
"Seeing relationships everywhere?" He delicately sips his coffee and raises his brows. "My, you've been reading too many of those romance novels, Mister Sullivan."
Of course once the horror's worn of Zopf just... takes the chance to start talking again. Weyoun's tuned him out entirely.
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"Actually, some of my neighbors would be glad for a chance at some mice." Caro's family is a little better off than most out in the Seam, but they're far from townies. She's doesn't think she's ever actually eaten cat, but everyone with half a brain knows there's no telling what Greasy Sae is actually serving. It's all beef once it's in the soup, and all.
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Zopf's horrified expression gets a really rather confrontational look from Walter. "What? You eat what you can or you starve." He aggressively chews on some bacon. "Keep that attitude up, cupcake, and you ain't gonna last long in the arena."
Weyoun should be happy this completely distracted him for the moment.
It won't last.
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Nothing quite like Greasy Sae's cooking. After a long moment she adds, "Dog's not too bad either."
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He folds his napkin and thinks for a moment before joining in because why not. "Guinea pig is rather nice. I've heard it's similar to squirrel."
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The dog meat comment gets a laugh that's almost a snort from Sullivan. "Don't let Murphy hear you say that, he'll have a fit."
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The comment about Pendleton doesn't really make much sense, so she just lets it slide.
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He finishes his food of and settles back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, you little shits have about... half an hour to get yourselves together."
After a moment he adds. "I'm including you in this category, Weyoun, I don't care if you spent all night fucking Data on the roof and you're tired. You're still on the clock today."