<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/ryan_thumb.png) (http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/asian-boys-32001.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Ryan Takazawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220123.msg10858253#msg10858253)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Rebecca Collins, Daisy Holiday<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside of Rebecca's Office<br/><br/>"Faster," Ryan groaned, eyes half-lidded as his fingers flexed. "C'mon, faster you little bitch." He breathed in deep and let out a long sigh, hand balling into a tight fist. He opened his mouth to groan again, but sudden movement from the corner of his eye caused him to shut up. A woman of the office stepped into the kitchenette, and while she wasn't one of the porn starlets, she was still rather attractive. She let out a sigh of her own.<br/><br/>"Damn coffee maker is so slow, right?" she said, gesturing to it with her mug. She gave him a warm smile. Ryan, almost caught cursing out the coffee maker as it slowly dripped the dark, caffeinated fluid into his Akira coffee mug (http://www.artfire.com/ext/shop/product_view/gli628/9843439/akira_ceramic_coffee_mug_cup_11oz/commercial/home_and_garden/kitchen_and_serving), gave a nervous smile and nod. He knew that the woman was making small talk, and she was likely just naturally friendly to new people. But Ryan just wasn't so great at that, and truth told, he felt so out of his element in this place. At first he carried that coffee mug in pride, but now he just wondered if that, combined with his Japanese heritage, made him seem so stereotypically Otaku. He was working in a porn office, surrounded by people that were getting laid and probably had a lot more experience with it than he had, and, well, there were a lot of negative assumptions about Japanese men thanks to Japanese pornography, both live-action and animated.<br/><br/>He almost sighed in relief as the coffee mug finished filling up, pulling it off and to the side.<br/><br/>"Ah well," the woman said, her heels clicking as she stepped up to the coffee machine. " Gives the chance for a five minute cat nap on your feet, right?" Her nose crinkled as she smiled. It was absolutely adorable, in fact, surprisingly so for a woman that looked to be in her thirties. But Ryan merely smiled, nodded, and said "Yeah" in the form of a half-hearted chuckle. He placed sugar and cream into his coffee, stirred it, and then nodded to her as he stepped out of the kitchenette. "Have a nice day!" she called.<br/><br/>It was no surprise the woman was so nice. The kitchenette was located smack dab in the middle of the HR department, and HR had a tendency to be handled based on their ability to interact with people. Even so, beginning the trek back to his desk, Ryan briefly wondered if the woman, despite her show of confidence, was actually beating herself up on the inside due to Ryan's seeming lack of interest in her. His body language was quite clear, after all, that he wasn't exactly comfortable. Or perhaps she'd simply think there was something wrong with him instead.<br/><br/>Ryan was distracted by all of this as he spotted one of his co-workers, looking over the shoulder of a man seated at a computer. At first glance it seemed that his coworker was merely looking at whatever was on the man's monitor, but it soon became clear he was staring past that, as was the man. Looking about, Ryan noted there were more than a few folks trying to look like they were pretending to work, but were actually looking past that. Ryan's gaze followed theirs, into Rebecca Collins' office. Though the door was closed, the glass walls made everything within visible. It looked like the woman, with whom he was only acquainted through his own job interview and his first day at the office, was interviewing a young woman.<br/><br/>"What's up?" Ryan asked, stepping closer to his coworker. Steve, a spikey-haired twenty-something with a bit too much chain on his jeans, startled.<br/><br/>"Shush," he said softly. "Look at the monitor, pretend we're working out a problem." Ryan shrugged and leaned in, doing so. It turned out this man sitting at the desk, dressed in business casual as opposed to Steve and Ryan's regular casual, was named Josh. "It's an interview," Steve said softly, leaning closer to Ryan. He crinkled his nose at his co-worker's over-abundant use of Axe body spray. Did that work? He pondered just for a moment if his coworker managed to have sex with any of the porn starlets, then shook the thought out of his head. Not how he wanted to picture Steve.<br/><br/>"As you know, Rebecca is all business," Steve continued. "So when a hot hopeful comes in, people tend to gather around for the inevitable show."<br/><br/>"Inevitable show?" Ryan's eyebrow quirked as he glanced at Steve. His coworker tried to stifle a smile, waving his hand.<br/><br/>"Just sip your coffee and look like we're helping out ol' Josh here," he said. Ryan shrugged and did as he was told, keeping his head aimed at the computer monitor while glancing up at the office. He took a sip of his coffee, noting that he made it a little too sweet in his hurry to escape the office woman.