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Blending into distant shadows was a shape. A staggering shuffle of a walk, potentially suggesting intoxication or fatigue… Ideally, Aramis hoped for the latter given the unruly nature of people swayed by intoxicants. Instinctively, the security guard stepped back, assessing as the individual entered the beam of light. Hooded to protect from the cold air. Unfortunately, the hood obscured any immediately identifiable markings on the face. Those were crucial for identifying the people on campus, professors, students or other faculty. Traits a security guard was expected to verify to ensure the safety of Panacea Academy.
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There were plenty of wealthy students on campus, and they required protection from the more unsavoury people of the world. Even if they were aware of the darkness in the world, they needed to be defended from it. Before words could be grasped for follow-up questions, light shone onto a tired face, a recognizable one… There was still obscurity in the face given the shadowing of the hood, but it appeared everything was alright. There was no immediate threat, meaning the situation could be handled with a small conversation. A relieved, inaudible breath flowed through Aramis' mouth as he nodded at the greeting.
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“Hey,” he began, friendly enough. “Can I get your name and see your face, please? Sorry, need to check as you know.”
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A majority of situations handled by security guards day-to-day were not as intense as some of the law enforcement calls. However, given the lack of defensive equipment, Aramis took additional caution when accomplishing his rounds. Even with the tighter gun restrictions in Canada, there were hunting rifles, knives and other weapons. It was among the many reasons to follow the mandates and ensure everyone was safe and that only authorized personnel were on the premises.
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Briefly, Aramis' eyes flitted around the area, accomplishing another quick check as he waited for the hood to be briefly removed and the name stated. These were instinctual checking actions. He listened to the world around him as well, assessing the entire situation without hesitation.

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Less eventful evenings were a blatant preference in the world of security guards. Easily resolvable events were the least of Aramis' concerns, thankfully. Conversationally solvable matters were easily accomplished for somebody who strayed too far into kindness. An outward countenance of amiability and a demeanour to match made quick work of these situations. The momentary uncertainty regarding Aramis' question gave a concerned pause. One-word greetings hardly provided insights into tonal shifts and recognizable dictions... Furthermore, remembering a bevy of voices was harder than remembering faces unless they were distinct.

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Fortunately, it was brief and shortly the face was revealed. Bright golden eyes were quick to flit over facial features. Each movement of the pupils was automatic, as though accomplishing the action was second nature. These were rudimentary in security work, but his background in the RCMP made it more customary. Silvery long hair, a striking blue eye and most distinctly and memorable, a vertical scar running from the brow down to the neck. The evidence of tiredness on the man's face explained the situation, any worries about a more severe situation washing away. In self-confirmation, Aramis nodded to himself to confirm his recognition.

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"You could say that," he began with a soft laugh, Aramis scratching the back of his head. "At least a random teacher appearing from the night is a good wake-up call. Stronger than the coffee I would argue! So I would say the shift's been pretty good!"

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The laugh punctuated the words as his arm returned to his side. More comfortable in the circumstance, Aramis favoured Walther with a bright smile. Merely a teacher remained in the school after dark. It would not be the first, nor the last time. However, soon curiosity lit those golden hues as Aramis appeared to realize the time.

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"Um... why are you here so late anyways?" The security guard asked with a raised brow. "The students are pretty much cooped up in their dorms now and a lot of teachers have already left."

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There was nothing accusatory about the question— a mere curiosity given the circumstances presented to them. Come nightfall, action became minimal as people prepared for the same routines and attempted to avoid exhaustion come tomorrow.

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"Oh, and I can walk you to your car if you like. It's dark and the lamps can only do so much," Aramis offered, tone friendly.

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The route Aramis took could wait a few moments to ensure academy staff left the grounds safely. While he would be required to return to complete the circuit... the only true boon was parting from his coffee a few minutes longer.

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Pure curiosity fueled the question given late evenings pulled by teachers occasionally possessed intriguing answers. Planned projects, preparing examples or intriguing discussions to format future lessons and projects. Thus, general socialness and interest incentivized Aramis to question when people stayed later than usual. However, the teacher tensed up at the simple question... The green-haired man raised a brow, not in suspicion, but rather confusion. Nothing was surprising about teachers staying after hours to do a little additional work before heading home for the day.

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Some even found the grading while at the academy easier because of a lack of distractions... The explanation provided Aramis with the answer to his confusion. Falling asleep in the locker rooms... It was a new reason for accidentally leaving the academy later than intended! A gentle chuckle rose from Aramis' chest as he scratched the back of his head with a smile.

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"Well, that is definitely a new one! Don't worry, your secret is safe with me... though I can't promise whoever went inside to check on everyone in the building still didn't see anything," Aramis answered, his tone brimming with chipper joy. "And you sure? It isn't too out of the way and it's all part of the job!"

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A smile evident in his expression, Aramis provided a shrug to punctuate a sentence. It appeared the action was done instinctively, a manner to say escorting or not hardly mattered. There was nothing wrong with requesting an escort from the security guards, regardless of gender. The pulling of the bag only brought about more curiosity. A container left the back, leading to another rise of the brow. The generous offering brought another smile, but the security guard paused when Walther explained. Made them for someone, but changed his mind? Had the recipient possibly already left for the day?

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"Are you sure?" The security guard beamed a smile. "If you think you missed them, I can just take them back to the booth and see if they leave after you. I don't mind handing off the cupcakes on your behalf if you're worried about it."

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Could embarrassingly falling asleep in the locker room have created hesitancy to enact a kind gesture? Potentially! The previous reaction and his current expression suggested the teacher may not have wished to give them over late; if the recipient was still around. The scratch of a cheek and the general tone were traits a police officer was somewhat trained to pick up on. In the end, Aramis hardly minded making certain they ended up with the correct person! Whether it was a personal embarrassment to give the gift or a nap that got overextended.

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Benevolence prompted pushing to assist anybody Aramis came across. While he was formerly RCMP, the green-haired man proved diligent regarding other's safety. Therefore, to the chagrin of some individuals, the security officer would continuously push until it was clear no help was desired. Kindness was a virtue, but there was a line where it became overwhelming. He could not resist and the fact it played a key role in his job made it harder to resist. When the light-haired man agreed, there was a noticeable smile on Aramis' face regardless of the man's hesitance. Perhaps he should not have pushed, but there were instances where people struggled to accept assistance.

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What if Walther tripped on his way out and received a nasty scrape on the road out? Or worse case scenario, broke a bone from walling just wrong enough to assure it? A single eye only worsened the dangers of wandering in the dark even down familiar roads.

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Aramis shook his head at the mere mention of Walther being a bother. "Not a bother at all. I would feel bad if you ended up getting hurt on my watch, so don't apologize. Besides, the walk has been keeping me awake and... uh... if I return too soon I might still be at risk of passing out."

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The security guard laughed awkwardly at the excuse provided to rectify the guilt Walther showed in his word choice. Burdens were something Aramis hardly noticed. He would sooner cause problems for himself to assist another than refuse someone else help; even when he insisted upon it. Nervousness regarding the cupcakes grew obvious quickly. In the darkness where only the flashlight managed to shine light on anything, Aramis could notice it... The security guard did not require noticing the widened eyes to notice the stumbling words that radiated the nervousness thoroughly.

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Had... Walther chickened out giving the cupcakes to this mysterious her? There were a variety of reasons people changed their minds, but the nervousness regarding them made Aramis' intuition perk up. Perhaps these were originally intended for some type of flirting? Calmness had turned flustered over a simple offer... There was a chance something happened, feelings fell through and things went wrong? Without context, Aramis could not form a proper conclusion... but at this rate, it appeared more helpful to take the cupcakes and spare Walther from further embarrassment or heartache...

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When offered again, Aramis hesitantly took them, an awkward smile showing on his face. He was solely taking the treats to keep the awkwardness from rising further.

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"Alright, if you're sure," he answered, voice having an awkward cadance. "Just let me know if you change your mind. Once we get to the booth, if I don't eat them, I guarantee some of the other guards will."

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Regardless of the embarrassment Walther felt, Aramis wanted to keep the door open for another mind change... however, given the reaction, the security guard doubted it. Cupcake bin in hand, Aramis shone a light over the path, leading the way down toward the gate. It would undoubtedly take some time to arrive there.

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"Sooo... where did you get the cupcakes? If someone likes them enough, they may want to know," Aramis asked, attempting to make small talk.

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He hoped a little small talk could smooth over the abrupt nervousness... even if it was linked to the item of awkward contention. The green-haired man could quietly guide Walther if it was preferred, but a little conversation could be nice for some people. Especially after a growing embarrassment swelled after a previous conversation.

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Dutiful in his occupation, Aramis was already oriented toward the path that led to the gate. The flashlight shone over the gravel path, unveiling the various dips and bumps on the road. It was primarily flat, however, occasionally debris from the trees managed to fall upon the path, threatening stability if someone failed to notice. Then while gravel was a great pathing material, it was nasty when somebody told upon it. Occasionally, it ripped apart clothing or managed to cut through flesh, leaving the fallen a little battered. Those were the reasons Aramis became adamant about assisting.

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Pushing a little was harmless when considering what Aramis may discover later on... and assisting somebody who slipped upon the gravel was harder than escorting an uninjured individual. However, the green-haired man undoubtedly worried a little too much about those who traversed Academy grounds. As they began down the path, Aramis' eyes moved automatically, straying to check for any movement elsewhere.

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"As said, it's no big deal. No apology needed, honest," the security guard insisted, a smile on his face.

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Were there security guards who did not insist as heavily as him? There was a chance people were not haunted by the notions of heavy gravel scraping and general injuries... They could potentially have more faith than him. The thought was fleeting, disappearing as the conversation about the cupcakes proceeded. The security guard was quick to nod, a broad smile on his face. There was certainly someone who would devour them, whether it be from a strong sweet tooth. The interest grew as Walther mentioned making the cupcakes himself, a curious glow evident in Aramis' golden eyes.

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The man owned a business and worked as a teacher? Admittedly, Aramis found the notion impressive on its own. There was a lot of work that went into both occupations. The thought lingered on the notion as Walther explained further... until a word caught him... As though he had briefly forgotten the previous interaction due to tiredness and intrigue.

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"Wus- Oh! Oh yeah, of course. Being a business owner and a teacher must be a lot of work, right?" Before the question could leave his lips, Aramis shifted back, an awkward cadence in his voice.

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The nearly spoken word in Aramis' mind confirmed some suspicions; at least in his opinion. The man had potentially been planning to use the cupcakes to impress a girl... and the security guard still wanted to avoid returning to a potential sore memory. Yet, another concern lingered in his head. The context of his phrasing suggested he had caught onto Walther's assumed secret if picked at. A question shifted into a sudden topic change provided plenty of possibilities for everything given... One the security guard was hoping to smoothly move past without returning to the subject.

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I hope this works! I am not sure what kind of container you envisioned, but it is fine if disposable. c:

The gentle crunch of the path beneath his feet gave the evening another sound to the ambiance. Frogs echoed and croaked from the lake while the wind ruffled trees. They were sounds Aramis adjusted to when he began working at the Academy. In the city, hearing nature was a rarity. An eerie silence persisted, its monotony only disturbed by passing cars and the occasional group of people, meanwhile, on Academy grounds, evenings had a peaceful cadence despite maintaining the haunting edge from lack of sight. As his temporary companion spoke, Aramis enjoyed the ambiance around them.

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There was a bit of a chuckle as Walther laid out his grievances. Students vs. customers was an intriguing comparison. Public working positions always held their challenges, whether it be customer service or something similar. Aramis admittedly preferred the rambunctious students to the troublesome adults from his previous occupation… However, he doubted Walther was required to deal with potential or genuine criminals on the regular. The green-haired man politely listened as Walther spoke, until the question was turned to him

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“Oh! It has been. Not too much trouble as of yet,” he offered with a shrug. “Honestly, I would rather deal with the students than what I saw a lot as an officer… Teenagers being mean about something feels a little bit more justifiable than adults… even if not by much.”

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Perched in a pool of radiant light was the front gate that led into the parking lot alongside one of the security booths. The green-haired man smiled over at Walther as he picked up pace to gesture for them to be allowed through. However, before he approached, Aramis paused and glanced at the container of cupcakes.

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“Oh, wait… Do you want your container back? I can keep track of it and return it to you,” Aramis offered, turning to Walther.

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The goody-two-shoes wanted to avoid accidentally stealing somebody else’s container, even if it was disposable… There were always instances where the security guard was too nice about things.