<div style="text-align: center">《 Dan 》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Present: Alvaro <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><i><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/jonathan-gyllstad-jpg.135853/" title="jonathan gyllstad.jpg">
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</div>'Oh shit,'</i>Dan thought.<i>'He's going to tell me I spent a lot of time on nothing.'</i>He nearly held his breath when Alvaro moved towards the window, worried that the next time Alvaro turned around it would be with a gun in his hand.<br/><br/>When Alvaro turned around there was nothing in his hand, and the worse thing the little felon seemed to have for him was a comment about how shitty he looked. Dan put one hand on his stomach and looked down at himself. He had just slept a good eleven hours and taken a shower.<i>He</i>looked shitty? Blinking in confusion he looked up and tried to figure out what exactly was going on.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F68%2F0c%2Fc7%2F680cc7e17142ad697dc454a300e2ef11.jpg&amp;hash=b81d9e62d23359f16f3e6c815424d562" title="680cc7e17142ad697dc454a300e2ef11.jpg">
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Then he glanced around the room and wondered what Alvaro was looking for. As one of the former staff in Abendblume he had quite a few things in the room: a set of hand weights, a now-useless phone charger still plugged in, his MP3 player attached, an old workout journal, several books on fitness, kinesiology, and the combination of fitness and psychology, and a sketch book turned to an unfinished sketch of a boxer standing with his hands at his thighs.<br/>
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Dan wished he had thought to close the book before opening the door. <i>'Too late now,'</i> he bit back his concern and continued to listen, waiting for that shoe to drop and to be told to pack his bags. When it didn't come, replaced instead with praise and gratitude, Dan couldn't help but frown. He was thrown for a complete loop. Make that a loop-de-loop. This wasn't at all what he expected.​</div><br/>Alvaro wanted him to be honest with the man. Dan nodded slowly. He was still feeling uncertain about what was going on. Was Alvaro pleased with his work? It certainly sounded like he was.<br/><br/>Dan inhaled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he considered the change of events. He let it pop from his mouth as he leaned over to pull open a drawer, then took the top t-shirt out and began pulling it on. Just as his head was emerging from the neck he heard Alvaro telling him that the guard job wasn't in his nature. He reached up under his arms and pulled the shirt down, its tight fit hugging the sides of his ribs as if it wasn't quite made for someone with his girth. He stood and watched as Alvaro seemed to consider the deeper meaning of people's nature and how they fit into the world, and Dan couldn't say that he disagreed with one thing the other man said. He swallowed, nodded, and stepped forward to lean one hand on the foot board of his bed.<br/><br/>"They have been through a lot," he agreed. He looked at Alvaro out of the corner of his eyes. "Are you<i>really</i>saying that you think I'd be more help to Abendblume if I worked with Roman? You're not just trying to get rid of me?"<br/><br/>He shook his head but he was smiling, accepting this new idea and buying into it wholesale. "I'd like that, actually. I mean, if you ever need someone to fill in on duty I'm your man, but if there is something that I can do to help Roman build up the community I'd like that."<br/><br/>Dan would like that a lot, actually. He'd never taken much notice of Roman before. Possibly because Roman was one of Hale's sons and therefore walked in a different circle than Dan did. "You know, I like Roman. I think we could work well together if he's game," he said. "I just don't want to be seen as not pulling my weight around here." He slipped his hands partway into his front pockets. "But yeah, I'd like that a lot," he confessed. "I really…I'm…thank you."<br/><br/>What else was there to say? Dan's smile was a bit embarrassed as he shared honestly with Alvaro his fears. "I thought you had come here to fire me," he admitted, letting out a surprised chuckle. "I'm glad to be wrong."