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Who: Sen & Mutou
When: Morning
Where: Warden's Office
What: Meeting about work
Rating: G

Sen ran a hand through dark locks, letting out a soft sigh. He'd received clearance to visit with the new warden and was now making his way to the office on Level 2, escorted by an armed guard.

He'd previously been working as a secretary for the last warden - the work wasn't hard - filing, letter writing, making tea and coffee - but Sen enjoyed it more than most of the jobs on Level 3. He wasn't sure whether the position would still be open to him now the new warden had taken over.

He smoothed down his tshirt as he stood outside the office door, feeling a little nervous. He didn't know much about this new warden Travis Mutou apart from the few things he'd told them on his arrival.

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Travis neatly set aside the file on top of the others, glancing up at a light knock on his office door. Ah, he knew who that must be. He debated going around and answering it but decided against it. There was an intimidation factor, afforded by his position behind his desk, that he wasn't willing to forgo yet.

"Come in."

Behind his wire-rimmed glasses, assessing dark eyes took the immediate measure of the young man who stepped inside. Nervous, wary, but proud. Travis liked the combination very much. The proud ones were always the most fun.

He'd taken note of this one immediately upon arrival, Owari Sen. Of course he'd noticed him, Sen wasn't just beautiful, he was also the only other Japanese in the prison. And Travis made it a point to always take note of such things.

"Owari Sen. Come, sit down." He smiled benevolently and gestured to the chair in front of his large desk.

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He took a deep breath, mentally counting to three before exhaling, preparing himself for the worst. Walking into the office he had come to know quite well the atmosphere was completely different. He swallowed hard, raising his eyes from the floor to meet the warden's out of courtesy.

Sen glanced around the room, before taking a seat in the chair pointed out to him. He brushed his hand through his hair once more, pushing lengthy bangs out of almond eyes for a moment, before letting them fall back into place.

"... Warden Mutou..." He murmured, addressing the other male.

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Travis swallowed the urge to grin. The boy was all but squirming in his seat. Lovely.

He gave Sen an arched brow. "Well good, you know my name." He chuckled and slid off his glasses, leaning forward a bit.

"What can I do for you, Sen? You requested to meet with me, I'm assuming regarding your position with the previous warden?"

His voice was friendly, genial. The last thing he wanted was to alienate the boy. Not yet,not unless he had to. He much preferred to get what he wanted without force if at all possible. Of course, pretty though Sen was, it wasn't just him Travis was after. But he could very well be the key to everything else, if the cards were played just so.

Travis was very good at playing cards just so.

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Sen nodded, dark chocolate locks bouncing as he did. "Yes. The thing is... I was working as a Secretary up here on Level 2 for the previous warden. Nothing too serious - filing, letter writing, coffee making - and well... I was wondering whether that position was still available?"

He chewed at the inside of his bottom lip for a long moment, eyes fluttering shut, before he began to speak again. "I'm not after special treatment... I know there is no reason why I should get to work on Level 2 while the other prisoners work on Level 3 ... but I really enjoyed the work."

Of course Sword would probably glad if Sen didn't get to carry on working up on Level 2, so he could keep him in his sights more often, but Sen really, really wanted to carry on working as a secretary.

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Travis gave him a soothing smile. "Well, there's no reason why you shouldn't continue on, either, is there?" He shuffled a few files and pulled out a sheet of paper, peering down at it and then back up at Sen.

"Warden Mitchell had wonderful things to say about you. Let's see, 'hardworking, honest, prompt...' etc etc. I see no reason why you shouldn't continue in the same position, I have no desire to chance my luck with another prisoner."

He set the paper aside, making sure Sen couldn't see that it was nothing but an invoice for printer ink, and folded his hands on the desk. "The position is yours, of course. I wager I'm going to need someone trustworthy while I get my feet wet here at UGH. A right-hand man, if you will."

Right-hand, left-hand, naked underneath him if Travis had his way. But he kept those thoughts out of his expression, giving the young man a friendly smile. "You'll find I'm not a hard man to please, Sen."

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The younger man's face visibly lit up at Mutou's words, eyes brightening, like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. A genuine smile curled it's way onto Sen's lips.

"Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me! I won't let you down!"

A faint blush crept into his cheeks and he quickly turned his gaze away when he realised he sounded like a thirteen year old boy being given his first newspaper round, rather than the twenty three year old murderer he was.

"Should I start tomorrow?" He asked cheerfully, his whole body language becoming more relaxed.

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Travis tried to hide the gleam in his eyes, nodding. "Tomorrow would be fine, Sen. Be here bright and early, I'm afraid there's much to do with me having handled things on my own these last two weeks. I'm sure I've made a mess of the filing."

He rose and came around the desk, leaning against the opposite edge in front of Sen and held out a hand to him. "As for letting me down...I'm sure you won't." Quite the opposite, in fact, Travis was sure Sen was exactly what he was looking for.

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Sen's smile grew wider in delight. He rose from his seat then, taking the Warden's hand, shaking it politely. "I'll be here at 8:40 on the dot! I'm pretty sure it won't take too long to get things in order - you can't that unorganized right?" He said, tilting his head to the side in question.

He flushed after a long moment, realising he still had hold of the gentleman's hand. He let go of Mutou's hand almost instantly, taking a slight step back, carefully avoiding tripping over the chair.

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Travis chuckled and nodded. "I will see you in the morning, Sen."

His eyes narrowed as the door swung shut behind the young man, dropping the too-friendly facade and rubbing a hand on his chin. Well, that was easier than he'd thought. The boy had come to him, all but handed himself over on a silver platter and thanked Travis for it. He couldn't have planned it better himself.

The Warden came around the desk to settle back in his chair, reaching for one of the files and flipping it open. Swordfish. Travis snorted derisively and tossed the file back on his desk. He'd have to deal with the shut-call eventually, but for the moment he thought he'd see just how far he could get with Sen on his own.

And then...well, then dear little oblivious Owari Sen might just lead Travis to the promised land. With a Swordfish in tow.