Staff Meeting for 2
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Papers, papers, papers. And papers. Did I mention papers? Having to be the only one reading these background checks took its toll. How many grunts did people need, anyways? Ah well. The more the merrier as they say. While checking to see if his roast was finished, he started to read a very interesting character, and one of his admins to be exact. âCian Bessel,â he muttered out loud. âHuh.â He was not only very interested at his name that reminded him of a chef that shared the same name, but even more so when he learned that there was a bunch of behavioral issues during his school years. Hopefully it fixed itself in due time.
Nonetheless, the Professor wanted to still meet with all of his admins, and Cian wasnât an exception. He was off to his sector to find a white haired, red eyed admin and noticed that Cian was exactly where heâd thought, only he was quietly sitting down and eating outside of the laboratory. Nathaniel seemed no harm to it, so he walked up to him.
âExcuse me, do you happen to be Cian Bessel?â he said, well knowing it was indeed Cian. âI was hoping to introduce myself. Iâm Professor Nathaniel Blackwood, but you can call me Nathan or Nathaniel.â
As much as Cian appreciated a work-free day such as this one, having a suddenly empty schedule had the potential to be just as excruciatingly boring as a monotonous field mission. With no instructions to be carried out, or grunts to be led, the scarlet-eyed administrator had decided to dedicate the afternoon to assisting in research, keen to keep his mind active lest he fall into another dangerously apathetic slump.
Having paused his work while stepping outside the laboratory for a lunch break (naturally preferring to avoid being surrounded by Ditto while eating; their disgustingly gelatinous form being enough to put him off whatever little he actually managed to consume) the sound of a disgruntled yowl from the Purugly besides him alerted Cian of anotherâs presence, attention shifting from the sandwich in his hands to the man who had called out while approaching.
Remaining silent, Cian simply stared at the other, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as annoyance from being interrupted began to settle. Anyone familiar with the administrator were fully aware of his dislike towards being approached when he was in no mood for company, but something told him this man, their leader, might have something worthwhile to say.
â... It seems you know who I am already. Am I needed for something, or may I return to my lunch in peace?â

















