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Only once had he thought of becoming a father; when he'd felt safety in another person, trusting that if they brought someone into the world together, that they would never experience a single bad thing in their entire lives, at least not in their own home — but those days were long gone, now any thought of it made him nauseous. Except here that same nausea wasn't present despite the way it reminded him of what he could've had. Bedri makes a mental note to visit Helen when he got back. A smile curls on his lips. "I would've intervened," He admits. "— but I didn't want to scare her. Besides, I thought you would've loved the chance to be reminded of how it felt to be pregnant with twins." Zeke chuckles sarcastically.

Like normal, he's rendered hesitant by her offer but he doesn't speak to it, merely leans down a little when Sera begins to whisper. "Minnie mouse, huh?" A swallow. "How could I turn down Minnie Mouse pancakes and fresh fruit?"

Hearing the unending giggling from her son and seeing the safety and care in her daughter made Maria feel safe and happy. She couldn't help but smile. This is how she had always wanted morning to be with their father, but those were just dreams. She was happy that they got to have these mornings with Zeke though. He seemed to love it in his own way too even though she knew he wouldn't voice it.

Mommy's got cooties! Mommy's got cooties! came from the twins giggling as they echoed Zeke's words. "You see what you started? I really should dump this down the sink." Mariah smirked before handing the mug over to him and sitting on the end of the bed. Schuy quickly crawled over to her, jumping into her lap sure that she was going to catch him and she did with a little big of a wobble but she caught him. "It was good until I heard whining at three in the morning and had to open the door to a certain cub." she said looking pointedly at Sera who gave her a quiet smile before looking up at Zeke. "I got very nice cuddles and then little feet and heels in my ribs until it was time for me to get up, but the cuddles made them feel better." she smirked, hugging Schuy as he sat on her lap playing with her fingers lightly.

"I have pancakes and fruit waiting downstairs if you're interested." she grinned hoping to tempt everyone down to the breakfast table. Minnie Mouse pancakes, Sera whispered in Zeke's ear.

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In the pursuit of academic excellence, reading had simply been an added bonus. Escaping into fictional worlds when his own had been falling apart started from the moment he could read. Small, age appropriate books transcended into harder material as he aged and now if he didn't have a book in hand, close friends would ask him if he was okay. "— that's why multi-book series work so well, slow enough to have material to spread out, interesting enough for it to feel like you're not wasting your time." A shrug. "do you have favourite?"

Despite the fact that he had been such an academic growing up, spent hours upon hours pouring over books in college, wanting to make sure that he took in every bit of knowledge that he could… he didn't really read all that much now. Always had a stack of books next to his bed, and magazines on his desk at work, but. "I haven't," he shook is head, leaning back in his seat and bringing his tea to his mouth, taking a long sip. "But those are the best kinds of books. The ones that end up sneaking up on you, giving you a pleasant surprise as a reward for not completely giving up on them." Considering how easy that was sometimes, when it was hard to really find a groove and get into it.

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"Not a chance." Zeke retorts. "Satan would be released from his cage and Hell would freeze over before I did what you're accusing me of — it was a sneeze." comes a confident lie, falling from his lips easier than the smile that accompanies it. "The title of 'Difficult Customer' still belongs to me, Ramsey, give it to someone else and we'll have words, you and I."

A concessive sigh; he shakes his head fondly. "— depends on the fruit."

Taryn's eyebrows rise as she smiles hearing the snort come from Zeke. She must really be doing well with her teasing today if she got him to snort. "Did I just make you snort? It really must be my lucky day today." she grinned. "Of course there's a difference. Taste tester sounds better and you know I'm always hard at work especially when it comes to you because you like to pretend to be my hardest customer even though you're not." she said pointedly with a teasing lilt to her voice. "So how many fruit tarts can I get you? Two? Three?"

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"What is it? Kind of? Yes? or No? It can't be all three." Bedri clicks his tongue in hopes to quell the playful smirk that threatens the corners of his mouth. If he'd been born with a little more extroversion, he could see himself as the type but he doesn't give the other the satisfaction of knowing that; in other words, he might've agreed with him. "For a guy who boldly claimed that I looked the part, I'd expect you to be able to answer your own question in this regard, right?" And then, a genuine grin, amused enough to tell him that he was teasing yet serious enough to play the role, curls on his lips. "You don't look like you've read a day in your life unless it was mandatory."

That was a loaded question — and instead of going for his coffee a couple feet away, Jake opted to stand whatever ground this was now. If not a little awkward in the delivery, he folded his arms and nodded his head in retaliatory response, "Yeah, actually. You kinda do. What's a 'book club type'?" And he macho'd up. "Do I?" He was, all of three times he showed in New York. A girl he was 'dating' or looking to 'date'. It was weird, they were weird. Zeke definitely not at all like the other's in the group.

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A breath calls into his mind the image of dim lights, stocked shelves and the smell of paper; although he loved his career, something inside of him yearned for such an experience albeit quietly. The still silence of a dark library in comparison to the loud chaos and bright lights of pre-hospital care sounded more up his alley. "— and if the weather isn't nice? Do you still believe its a beautiful day not worth wasting?"

“Spending it mostly inside, which my job typically calls for,” Oliver said. “The back corners of the library don’t bring in much outside light,” he chuckled and took another sip of his tea. “I actually don’t mind the errands so much,” he said. “Gets me up and going,”

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It's a simple quizzical look that he sends in her direction; a way to communicate 'as if'. "let's say we're talking people — if they're a five but have potential, would you move on? Or see it through until the end to make sure you're not missing out?" Zeke prompts, smirking. "The plot is good but the writing isn't in the style that hooks me — the ending could be a 10/10 though, couldn't it?"

“I am the most humble person you know.” She reminded with a smile. It was true to her at least. She didn’t take him seriously not by a long shot. Sitting at the empty table next to his, she twirled her cup of coffee and nodded. “If it’s a five then maybe find something else.” She shrugged, sometimes books did start off painfully slow. “What makes it a five so far?”

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Embarrassing — there once was a saying that 'doctors make the worst patients' but Zeke would emend it to include all medical professionals under it's umbrella. The paramedic simply watches the physician as he comes closer, playfully irritated (his ego hurt more the injury itself). "Amputate the finger instead, doc! There's no way in hell I'm wearing either of those for the rest of my shift. You've met the people I work with — they'll hurt me worse than this splinter ever did."

who: luke x anyone

where: anywhere

when: any time

Luke held up two brightly colored band-aid packets like they were the most important decision of the day. “Alright,” he said, his voice light but completely serious, “princess or superhero?” His gaze flicked between the options and then back to them, one brow raised in mock seriousness. “Choose wisely. This is gonna set the tone for the rest of your day.”

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Zekeriya's GRIEF was the only loud thing about him — it manifested as an aura around him, one that often kept others away; one that silently warned them not to get too close for fear they'd get suffocated. However, it simmers in the background here, quiet as his eyebrows knit together, feigned offence clear on his features. "Tolkien is classic fantasy, Thevar - the Avicii of the genre — I don't need to be a nerd to enjoy his work and quite frankly, I think you're being insensitive." so, in other words, an old favourite and a fantasy nerd.

"Leaving on a cliffhanger? I can sit quietly if you want to finish your chapter." She waved a hand before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table, dropping her tote bag next to her and putting her latte down. Aisha and quiet had probably never been used in the same sentence before, in hindsight, but he probably already knew that. "An old favorite, or did you suddenly decide to hop on the bandwagon and become a fantasy nerd?" An inquisitive brow raised, but her smile was clearly visible even after taking a sip from her steaming mug.

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Zeke chuckles his concession, amused. "You have a point but, in this case, one day I hope I am unemployed." A truth that he rarely spoke to — he understood cause and effect, how better medicine would lead to over-population and resource loss, however, to not see people in pain or sick, he'd deal with everything that came with that for that reality. "Let's hope that's the case — I might not be so nice next time."

She found herself laughing at this comment, "hey, I'm keeping you employed," she pointed out, "between my stupid football injuries and the drunks I serve you're basically covered." Isabel had hurt herself playing football more times than she'd like to admit but she hoped that she wouldn't need his professional services any more. "I will however do my utmost to keep our interactions purely friendly from this point forward.

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Every gesture was measured and calculated; if Zekeriya didn't want to do something, he rarely did. There were times that he had no choice — at work, on the street, in the supermarket — but rarely did he put himself in situations that he didn't want to be in, at least in some capacity. Dark eyes fall to the book that he'd forgotten about for a moment before he nods, adrenaline settling. "It was slow to start but...it's gotten good since then" Another three taps sound against the cover of the book. "Have you read it?"

Sometimes, people offered to be nice. And although it was tempting to just assume that the kindness was genuine, and they meant it, Josh never wanted to be the one to take advantage of someone's words if they didn't mean it. Or if they felt that they needed to be kind just because. But when he said that he was fine with it, that he wouldn't have offered it if he wasn't, he gave him a quick smile and pulled out the chair, dropping down to sit and setting his matcha down in front of him, magazines to the side. They could be reading material some night, when he needed something better to do. "Good book?" he asked, gesturing to the way that the other man's fingers had come to rest on the cover.

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It was what Zeke was afraid of most — being disappointed by the serial adaptation of one of his favourite books; in other words, he couldn't say whether or not it was worth watching because he hadn't watched it yet. "Do I look like the 'book club' type to you?" The man deadpans, his face devoid of emotion except for a subtle crinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Ah, so must be worth checking out." No not really, there were loads of books turned to series that only pissed off the readers. "I've heard of Doerr though, short stories? You like it? Or is it required reading for..." He got a good look at the cover, looked back to Zeke and intuition had him checking the barista's drop spot when his name was called, "Book club?" He smiled, the only thing that came to mind.

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A sly grin curls on his lips though he only shakes his head in response to the other's musings. Subconsciously, catching Sam trying to read the title of his book, he moves it so that it's title was more visible to the other medic. "So, kids breaking bones on trampolines, a campfire gone wrong, and more fainting than any of us know how to deal with?" Zeke snarks, "I can't make any promises not to jinx it but I'll do my best — kind of, it wasn't scheduled but...uh...my supervisor thought it would be good for me. Have any time off this week?"

"Who? Me?" Sam said, acting like he had no idea what the other man was talking about, looking around the cafe then pointing at himself, giving Zeke a grin. He tilted his head slightly to take a look at the cover of the book after he took a seat, confirming to himself that he hadn't read that one since it was unfamiliar. "The usual summer type of busy," he gave a small shrug. "Just don't jinx it. You have the day off?"

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"— you're telling me that I could've had the opportunity to watch fire squirm in confusion and you squashed it?" Zeke clicks his tongue disapprovingly, shifting his weight in his chair; his grin softens into a gentle smile. Fingers drum on the cover of his book before he follows it with. "What're you studying?"

If she ended up falling out trying to get coffee into her system, she’d never hear the end of it, especially if someone who worked at the station saw it. She wasn’t about to let that happen. “I wish that I could say that it was,” she said of what kept her up all night. She couldn’t help the amused smirk that appeared on her face at the thought of pleasant reasons for staying up. “It wasn’t like that at all though. I have stuff for school to finish up and trying to do it when I’m supposed to be uploading everyone’s reports at the station probably wouldn’t do me any favors.”

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Zeke shakes his head at the apology, confused, it wasn't necessary in his opinion. He doesn't speak on his confusion though, merely listens to Oliver speak before following it up with a question. "What constitutes as 'wasting' a beautiful day away to you? Running errands? Or being inside?"

"Nervous habit, sorry," Oliver popped the cover back onto his tea and took another sip. "Just started out my day actually," he nodded. "Errands to run and all that," he bit his lip. "But it's so nice out, I don't want to waste the day away either," he said, glancing out the window with a small smile. Well, Lizzie enjoyed the early hours of it.

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The man is about to retort when her words create, on the screen of his mind, an image that makes him snort a laugh. Googly eyes; stick appendages; his name uttered by an inanimate object from the kitchens — the way his shoulders shake despite his quiet laughter is a testament to the safety she offered him, both energetically and physically. It was good that she existed. "Is there a difference?" The paramedic asks of being a guinea pig or a taste tester before a genuine smile crosses his lips. "— hard at work, Taryn?"

"Look at you. Making jokes and barely finished your tea. I think this is improvement." Taryn teased back. She loved that she and Zeke had this type of relationship. It was her personal goal to make him smile at least three times during an interaction. She'd gotten one and a half so far, but she was a determined woman. "Guinea pig is such a harsh word. I prefer taste tester. Besides, I have some healthy fruit tarts that are calling your name. Do you hear them?" she asked looking towards the back kitchen and cupping her hand to her ear. "Zeeeeke! Zeeeeeeke! We're healthy and delicious. You know you want to taste us."

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"If you tell Taryn I said this, I'll deny it until I'm blue in the face but you're right, they are good and you should get yourself one." At this point, Zeke was teetering with the idea of asking for compensation for all the sales he'd brought the owner. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "First and only stop on my day off — they're doing construction outside of my apartment, not the most idyllic reading atmosphere."

"cinnamon rolls? those sound amazing actually, like i might need to go out and get me some of those." skylar laughed a bit as he looked at zeke and laughed a bit, "but yeah. i am having a good day off so far. how about yourself? are you enjoying a day off or is this just your first stop?" he asked the other individual who he looked up to when it came to their job.

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MAGIC — there was something magical about being with another human being in their most vulnerable moments that made it difficult for even him to mask up seeing their recovery, no matter how 'trivial' their emergency had been. He supposed living and breathing inside of his life's purpose was the cause of it but the way he leans forward, mischief running amok in his eyes, is the effect. "Ah," He breathes, "so this is how you repay me for my help, huh? keeping me busy on the weekends with drunkards and frat boys - thanks for that, Isabel. Really. Much appreciated."

Isabel had felt a bit of an idiot when she got checked out for concussion, mainly because she knew it was a concussion but she also knew that there was very little that they could actually do to help her. She'd done the suggested rest and she'd recovered fine and luckily the big bruise on her head had gone down rather quickly too. She nodded, "I'll get you some of those DIY goggles," she said with a nod, "keep you safe." She found herself smiling slightly at the ground at his professional athlete comment, she knew more than he did how true that statement was, and the scar across her knee was proof of it. "Aside from kicking a ball in a park I have been plying strangers with alcohol, that's how I fill my time."