call no man happy - 2
Mo Guan Shan watched as the parchment rolled up like a scroll and vanished . No shit - vanished. He must have had a stupid look on his face because the other man laughed.
“Alright, what now?”
Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows, puzzled.
“I have to go to work.”
“Oh, that’s right. You work at a bank or something.”
“Right. I have to go. So…”
He Tian grabbed a backpack Mo Guan Shan hadn’t noticed before from the ground next to the couch and swung it over his shoulder.
“Let’s go, then.”
“Do you want me to drop you off somewhere? I guess you could stay here…”
The man laughed again and said, “I’m coming with you.”
“Coming with me… to my job?”
“No, we’re going to fuckin’ Disney World. Yes, to your job.”
“I don’t think I can just take you with me.”
“Sure you can. What are they going to do, kick me out of the bank?”
“Seriously, it’s not ‘bring your crazy person to work’ day, I can’t take you with me.”
He Tian sighed.
“Calm down, George McFly, I’m going to be working there as an intern. You get to teach me all about the glamorous world of whatever it is that you do.”
“I work in a fucking library!”
Mo Guan Shan checked the time.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
“Lead the way, bossman.”
Mo Guan Shan fumbled with his keys pressing the unlock button halfway through the parking lot. The car chirped and lights flashed. He Tian groaned but Mo Guan Shan held up a hand to quiet him.
“Do you have a car?”
“Then don’t even fucking start.”
“At least let me drive.”
“Why… would I ever do that?”
“Because-” He held his hand out for the keys, “-if you drive, we’re going to be late and I want to make a good impression on my first day. Don’t you trust me?”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I’ve known you for less than an hour and you’re clearly insane.”
And yet, here he was.
Because he’d apparently lost his fucking mind, he handed over the keys.
“Alright, asshole, get us there in seven minutes and i’ll buy you lunch.”
“Make it a drink and we’ve got a deal.”
Sans seatbelt, He Tian threw the car into reverse and stomped the accelerator, burning rubber - read: fucking up his tires- out of the spot. He cranked the wheel to the right, shifting to drive and peeling out of the lot.
Mo Guan Shan started to give him directions, but the man shushed him.
“I know this city better than you.”
Weaving in and out of morning traffic, getting them a fair amount of honks and verbal abuse, He Tian reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a phone with a sparkly pink case.
“You have a phone.” Mo Guan Shan stated, stupidly.
He Tian cocked an eyebrow, turning to look at him and nearly side swiping a Prius.
“They have phones… where you’re from?”
“Hell? Of course, who do you think invented roaming charges and limited data plans?”
Mo Guan Shan gaped at him and He Tian rolled his eyes theatrically.
“For fuck’s sake, I’m kidding. You really need to get the stick out of your ass or you’re really going to hate me.”
“I kind of already hate you.”
“See, that’s the stick talking.”
Five minutes later they pulled into the library’s parking lot.
“Told ya we’d make it.”
“Yeah, and we almost died like ten times.”
“Key word- almost.”
They got out of the car and He Tian tossed his keys back. Closing in on the building, Mo Guan Shan found himself getting nervous.
“So, you said you’re going to be interning here?” He asked, holding the door open for He Tian and following him through it.
“That’s the plan. On your recommendation, no less.”
“Yeah, they think we’re friends or something.”
“No one is ever going to believe that.”
“I’m just telling you what my caseworker told me.”
“And who’s your caseworker?”
He Tian chuckled.
“Why? You gonna call and complain?”
They stopped in front of the door to the library and Mo Guan Shan turned to look at him.
“Any way I can trust you act like a decent person here? I don’t need to get fired today.”
“I’m not a person.”
“I’m on my best behavior.”
“That doesn’t comfort me.”
He Tian shrugged, smirking, and pulled the door open. Mo Guan Shan grabbed his badge from behind the counter and clocked in. Right on time.
Being summer, the place was all but deserted. He Tian followed Mo Guan Shan to the small breakroom, looking around at the not entirely unimpressive stacks as they went.
It wasn’t so much a break room as it was a corner of the room mostly blocked off with a table and some chairs. Very fancy.
Jian Yi looked up from his phone when he heard them, ready to say something, but froze when he saw He Tian. Yeah, Mo Guan Shan wanted to say, try waking up to him on your couch.
Jian Yi recovered quickly, standing up and extending his arm for a handshake.
“You must be the new intern. He Tian, right?”
“Cool, well I didn’t knew you were coming until this morning so I have nothing for you to do. Just follow Mo Guan Shan around and shelve books, I guess. ”
The phone rang and Jian Yi promptly sat back down, motioning for Mo Guan Shan to go answer it. He turned to He Tian, but he’d wandered away to paw through the books to shelve. Jian Yi looked pointedly at He Tian and back, raising his eyebrows questioningly at Mo Guan Shan. Unsure of what silent gesture could use to explain the situation, turned and walked off.
After about a minute, Jian Yi said, “So, you’re Mo Guan Shan’s friend?”
“He hasn’t told me about you.”
“Funny, he hasn’t told me about you either.”
Jian Yi looked slightly put out by that, but continued.
“When did you two meet?”
“A few days ago.”
“A bar downtown.”
“…You met Mo Guan Shan at a bar?”
“Sure did. We hit it off right away.”
Jian Yi looked skeptical.
“I have a hard time believing that.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, you’re just not exactly his type.”
“Because I’m so far out of his league?”
“Because you’re a dude.”
“That’s never stopped me before.”
“You also seem like kind of a dick.”
“I grow on people. Like a fungus, or a parasite.”
“What’s this about parasites?” Mo Guan Shan .asked, coming around the corner.
“He Tian was just telling me how you two met.” Jian Yi explained.
Mo Guan Shan turned on He Tian. He’s not THAT crazy, right?
“It’s ok,” Jian Yi assured him, “I’m not entirely surprised.”
Taking pity on him, He Tian said “I was telling him about the bar the other night.”
Mo Guan Shan glared at him like maybe if he does it hard enough he’ll evaporate.
“What did you think I meant?” Jian Yi asked, puzzled.
He Tian winked at him and Jian Yi laughed. Fucking spectacular.
“If you two are done gossiping…”
Jian Yi rolled his eyes, patting his pockets and picking his phone up off the table.
“Fine. Be boring. I’m going to go get some lunch, you guys want pizza?”
They decided on cheese because Jian Yi is picky and He Tian wanted mushrooms which is a punishable offense in and of itself. They watched him leave and Mo Guan Shan looked through the cart of books, deciding where to start.
He pulled his headphones from his pocket and began to untangle them. After half a minute of struggling, He Tian snatched them away, straightening them out in five fucking seconds and handing them back. Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows, more impressed by that than anything of the other weird things he’d done so far.
He plugged them into his phone, putting one in picking some music. He Tian followed him while he returned the books to their shelves, but made no attempt to help.
“Your friend seems nice.”
“Jian Yi? Yeah, he’s cool. I’ve known him and his boyfriend since we were kids. Fuck you very much for that, by the way.”
“What do you mean for what? For telling him we met in a fucking bar. He’s already jumped to conclusions here.”
“And what conclusion is that?”
“That we… you know.”
“Fucked?” He Tian asked. Mo Guan Shan felt himself flush, glad he was facing away.
“Oh, God forbid.”
“Are you gay?” Mo Guan Shan asked before he could stop himself, knowing that was incredibly rude. He Tian was quiet for long enough, Mo Guan Shan wondered if he’d heard him.
“I like pretty, fun, people. I couldn’t care less what body parts they do or don’t have.”
Mo Guan Shan nodded, liking the simplicity of that, but unsure of that to say. Thankfully, they lapsed into silence. A few minutes later, Mo Guan Shan was reaching for a shelf just an inch out of his reach. Annoyed, he looked around for the step stool, but He Tian took the book from him.
“Here?” he asked. Mo Guan Shan nodded, thanking him. They made it to the religion section, He Tian staring as his phone, Mo Guan Shan froze, spinning around suddenly.
“That’s the tattoo on your neck. Metatron’s cube.”
He Tian smiled, eyebrows raised. He pulled the collar of his shirt down an inch, revealing the top of a circle with a symbol he couldn’t make out.
“Good eye. I have all the archangels seals as well.” He said, drawing a line from his throat to his pelvis.
“That… is actually pretty awesome.”
“I can show you later, if you want.” He Tian said, looking slightly smug.
Mo Guan Shan turned back to the books and He Tian to his phone.
“Why do you know about that?”
“Theology has always been an interest of mine. I know that probably sounds ridiculous to you.”
“You think that sounds ridiculous to me? Of all people?”
“I thought you weren’t a person.”
Jian Yi eventually made it back with the pizza and they ate quickly.
“We should go out for drinks after work.” Jian Yi suggested. “I want you to mean Zhan Zhengxi.”
“Jian Yi-” Mo Guan Shan started.
“Sounds good to me,” He Tian said, cutting him off. “He owes me a drink for getting us here on time.”
Jian Yi smiled, pulling his phone from his pocket, probably to text Zhan Zhengxi.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Mo Guan Shan asked.
“I really am.”