[ Emerick hadn't realized how tense he had been as he stared at Moonlight, but once the other man decides (resigns?) to believe him, much of the tension leaves Emerick's body and he almost deflates back into the chair he's in.
Moonlight was the fixer Emerick liked working for most, in truth. The man overpayed for things that Emerick found incredibly easy, and even the more dangerous job he had to complete went tits up only because of bad luck. He'd say he even liked the work, and he wasn't going to sit here and try to negotiate Moonlight down from the amounts he was ultimately paid. Sure, he'd thought of trying to negotiate hire at one point, but he'd stopped himself: what was the point? It was greedy, and he'd spent so much time teaching his sister to do things the right way instead of giving into the cruelty of this city and their lives that he could hardly afford to be a hypocrite at this point.
Emerick forced a smile. His goal was to be friendly and understanding, for the dull exhaustion he had moments ago to fade away. It... Mostly worked. Outwardly he certainly attained it, but his expression and the cheeriness in his voice were contrived, his eyes still held their tired melancholy. Easy to miss in someone without the proper cyberware. Emerick was a liar, that was true, but not about what most thought he would lie about. ]
It's understandable: we live in Night City, after all. I just try to stick to what I'm good at, and lying isn't one of those things. [ Which Emerick personally believed, anyway, never mind this attempt to brush off what had just happened. ] I can't blame you for being suspicious, especially given the personal nature of this. I'd feel the same were I in your position.
[ Emerick knew that if Moonlight were to ever utter his sister's name then he would be as much of an anxious mess as Moonlight apparently had been, though Emerick didn't have the temperament to act calm and smile through it. ]
[ Moonlight listens, crossing one leg over the other once more. He leans on one hand, pale eyes lingering on Emerick.
Something about it bothers him, still. He's quiet, when Emerick has finished speaking, though smiles to indicate he has at least listened. It's a combination of things, though he doesn't think of it in the moment: doubt in his own abilities to judge someone accurately, and the disparity between how Emerick is presenting himself versus what Moonlight thinks. Less on his mind still is the acknowledgment his judgment has saved him because so many in Night City do walk on others without second thought. ]
Reassuring to know you understand. [ His voice is softer, gaze a little distant. The smile is almost frozen now, like he can't quite comfortably be without it, even when he'd rather not. ] I appreciate your honesty. I'm sure I'll be in touch with another job soon.
[ The silence between them made Emerick's stomach start to tilt, even with the smile that existed on his face. He was too frazzled to fully read what was going on in Moonlight's expression and to really have any idea what the man was thinking. The longer the silence drew out the more he felt his anxiety claw up his throat and threaten to make him sick.
Moonlight finally spoke and Emerick felt himself calm somewhat. The dismissal still made him uncomfortable: he felt like he'd fucked up somehow. Surely Moonlight didn't do anything, he didn't do anything wrong, it's just Emerick that was the issue. Emerick was the one that did something wrong. Moonlight said he would likely be in touch with another job, but Emerick suspected that Moonlight was just saying it to get him to leave quietly. He'd gotten rid of everything he had on Moonlight and, well, even if he hadn't deleted it he wouldn't do anything with it anyway. Just cut his losses and move on. ]
Of course. I look forward to it.
[ Emerick stood and retreated from the office. He moved casually as if nothing was wrong but once he was outside and the door closed behind him his shoulders slumped as he pulled his agent out to call for a cab. He slowly walked away from the office as he was on the phone, walking out of view of the camera as he was on the call. ]
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Date: 2023-08-09 12:32 pm (UTC)Moonlight was the fixer Emerick liked working for most, in truth. The man overpayed for things that Emerick found incredibly easy, and even the more dangerous job he had to complete went tits up only because of bad luck. He'd say he even liked the work, and he wasn't going to sit here and try to negotiate Moonlight down from the amounts he was ultimately paid. Sure, he'd thought of trying to negotiate hire at one point, but he'd stopped himself: what was the point? It was greedy, and he'd spent so much time teaching his sister to do things the right way instead of giving into the cruelty of this city and their lives that he could hardly afford to be a hypocrite at this point.
Emerick forced a smile. His goal was to be friendly and understanding, for the dull exhaustion he had moments ago to fade away. It... Mostly worked. Outwardly he certainly attained it, but his expression and the cheeriness in his voice were contrived, his eyes still held their tired melancholy. Easy to miss in someone without the proper cyberware. Emerick was a liar, that was true, but not about what most thought he would lie about. ]
It's understandable: we live in Night City, after all. I just try to stick to what I'm good at, and lying isn't one of those things. [ Which Emerick personally believed, anyway, never mind this attempt to brush off what had just happened. ] I can't blame you for being suspicious, especially given the personal nature of this. I'd feel the same were I in your position.
[ Emerick knew that if Moonlight were to ever utter his sister's name then he would be as much of an anxious mess as Moonlight apparently had been, though Emerick didn't have the temperament to act calm and smile through it. ]
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Date: 2023-08-12 02:14 am (UTC)Something about it bothers him, still. He's quiet, when Emerick has finished speaking, though smiles to indicate he has at least listened. It's a combination of things, though he doesn't think of it in the moment: doubt in his own abilities to judge someone accurately, and the disparity between how Emerick is presenting himself versus what Moonlight thinks. Less on his mind still is the acknowledgment his judgment has saved him because so many in Night City do walk on others without second thought. ]
Reassuring to know you understand. [ His voice is softer, gaze a little distant. The smile is almost frozen now, like he can't quite comfortably be without it, even when he'd rather not. ] I appreciate your honesty. I'm sure I'll be in touch with another job soon.
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Date: 2023-08-13 08:39 pm (UTC)Moonlight finally spoke and Emerick felt himself calm somewhat. The dismissal still made him uncomfortable: he felt like he'd fucked up somehow. Surely Moonlight didn't do anything, he didn't do anything wrong, it's just Emerick that was the issue. Emerick was the one that did something wrong. Moonlight said he would likely be in touch with another job, but Emerick suspected that Moonlight was just saying it to get him to leave quietly. He'd gotten rid of everything he had on Moonlight and, well, even if he hadn't deleted it he wouldn't do anything with it anyway. Just cut his losses and move on. ]
Of course. I look forward to it.
[ Emerick stood and retreated from the office. He moved casually as if nothing was wrong but once he was outside and the door closed behind him his shoulders slumped as he pulled his agent out to call for a cab. He slowly walked away from the office as he was on the phone, walking out of view of the camera as he was on the call. ]