[So Q - for that is what everyone had called the man for as long as Hermann had known him, and made him wonder if the fellow actually had a real name - was perhaps one of the most brilliant computer engineers in this decade. Of course comparing him to Newton and himself was ... well really not that far off the mark. He was intuitive, intelligent, and he had a grasp on hardware and software that bordered on the supernatural.
Hermann had been annoyed in the first week that they thought they needed someone to babysit HIS code ... and then realized in the second that the man was there to babysit everyone else's coding instead.
Which was fine, because while Q was brilliant -- Hermann was the one who developed the damned software. His genius should never been in question.
Second to third weeks passed, then months, and Hermann realized that Q was not only a coding genius but that he was slyly humorous, had green eyes that haunted you and delicate fingers that Hermann imagined in ways that were completely inappropriate.
It did not make him think about them any less. Or the man.
Luckily, the man was Very Professional which made it easier on Hermann not to give into ridiculous and probably scandalous temptations.
Hence he didn't give it another thought when Q asked him if he had 'seen something'. He hobbled over carefully, leaning on his cane with his mug of coffee in hand, dark eyes narrowing on the screen in front of him and Not Breathing in aftershave or hair or anything ridiculous like that.
Which was fine because - What.]
What ... what in the name of God is this nonsense? [He sputtered, nearly slamming down his tea mug as he leaned in, pushing his glasses up his nose.] Who did this?
[ Q can't help but chuckle. The man's reactions were absolutely priceless. As they lean in, Q's already fixing the problem. Still, they had to share a good chuckle together. Or a freak out in Hermann's case. ]
Someone half asleep I'd wager.
[ Q opened his mouth to say something else but as he turned... He realized he was only inches away from Hermann's face. He should try. What harm would there be in trying...
Losing his job, possibly. He blushes. But stays where he is. ]
[ Right. Yes. To work. It will help them to get over this awkward moment.
He's already making said adjustments. He takes no offence to them, however. It simply shows how professionally in sync they truly are. What really causes pause is a certain comment on his ... "status" as watchful worker. He initially appreciated the humour for what it was but now... ]
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Re: nerd flirting
Hermann had been annoyed in the first week that they thought they needed someone to babysit HIS code ... and then realized in the second that the man was there to babysit everyone else's coding instead.
Which was fine, because while Q was brilliant -- Hermann was the one who developed the damned software. His genius should never been in question.
Second to third weeks passed, then months, and Hermann realized that Q was not only a coding genius but that he was slyly humorous, had green eyes that haunted you and delicate fingers that Hermann imagined in ways that were completely inappropriate.
It did not make him think about them any less. Or the man.
Luckily, the man was Very Professional which made it easier on Hermann not to give into ridiculous and probably scandalous temptations.
Hence he didn't give it another thought when Q asked him if he had 'seen something'. He hobbled over carefully, leaning on his cane with his mug of coffee in hand, dark eyes narrowing on the screen in front of him and Not Breathing in aftershave or hair or anything ridiculous like that.
Which was fine because - What.]
What ... what in the name of God is this nonsense? [He sputtered, nearly slamming down his tea mug as he leaned in, pushing his glasses up his nose.] Who did this?
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Someone half asleep I'd wager.
[ Q opened his mouth to say something else but as he turned... He realized he was only inches away from Hermann's face. He should try. What harm would there be in trying...
Losing his job, possibly. He blushes. But stays where he is. ]
Someone without talent over their shoulder.
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Half asleep, marvelous. Just what we need while coding giant robotic arms to shoot guns.
[He smirked a little, turning to Q to find his face ... ah. Right there.
Far too close, too close by half. He chided himself, before clearing his throat. Feeling his own ears flush - wait what?]
Uh ... well. More like a gargoyle perching ... [He tried a crooked smile, before clearing his throat and looking back at the screen. Firmly.]
So, uh, right, this fix here ... make adjustments to lines 307, remember. We don't want the gun to go off .. ah ... prematurely. So to speak, hah.
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He's already making said adjustments. He takes no offence to them, however. It simply shows how professionally in sync they truly are. What really causes pause is a certain comment on his ... "status" as watchful worker. He initially appreciated the humour for what it was but now... ]
Surely you don't mean your looks.
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Well naturally. Some of us are here for looks and some of us are here for brains. I am clearly here for my brains.
[He smirked faintly, as he stood back up as straight as he could.] You might be here for both..
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Was that flattery, Doctor Gottlieb?
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[He cleared his throat a little, as he sips his coffee and not trying to look at that grin. So damned inappropriate.]
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[ He really should go for it. Shouldn't he? But he had learned his lesson when it came to office romances... ]
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[Hermann smiled around his coffee cup, before he cleared his throat, feeling his ears flush.]