Shadow 0 - 1

anyone can interact. just know it might not be easy to get your paws on him, gonna try and do this POS accurately.. might not scratch the surface, though! - 🐛

Graves buries his face in his hands, scrubbing over that 5' o clock shadow and trying to bring some sense of grounding to himself - the hell is up with his boys today? he'll never know, he's not sure if he wants to find out.

Graves squints, eyes flickering back to the doorway from where he's clutching a labubu blind box - he looks a bit like a disgruntled cat that'd just woken up, still trying to see past the dots in his vision. "Don't kill 'em, Shark! Can't afford to explain that one."

Graves stiffens the moment the door is opened just enough to throw what his instincts deem to be a grenade - it's almost embarrassing how quick he is to push up from his chair, the wheels of it scrape against the floor as he barks out a "HEY!" Nothing happens, a fluke, he uncurls his form from where he'd ducked, just to see the labubu blind box. "Hell is that?" He grunts, moving closer to inspect it with slight irritation - calloused hands come down to wrap around both sides. The commander shakes it a little, reads the back of it - some sorta cheap toy? He kind of wants the blue one, looks easy enough - But just as Phillip tears open the top? intent on pulling out the "labubu" inside? It's like a flashbang goes off. A literally blind box. Maybe there is a real labubu in there? But he's crouched again, grumbling and rubbing his eyes. "It's always my medics tryna put me six feet under in the comfort of my own damn home."

Graves snickers, bemused at the sight, "Y'know we got enough bugs round these parts.." He pauses, "But I suppose I can make an exception for ya'."

"Don't know an Adler."

"Do I want to know how he managed to pull somethin' like that?" Grunts Graves as he reclines back in his chair, brushing his fingers through dark blonde strands and murmuring a silent curse. "Someone tell Auz that just because his boyfriend is stationed elsewhere that he can't just act impulsively." "Gotta keep our heads in the game, boys."

"The hell is goin' on here?"

( This is going on the fridge. )

Yeah right. Graves gets to his feet with a sigh, rubbing his face as be makes an exit and beelines for the shadow holding smol shadow captive. "Gonna wish y'didn't do that, son. Hold on, Stor- uh Smol.. er- Kid."

Work takes priority.

"I think one of my shadow's recently brought that up," Graves mumbles, he's on guard - shoulders tense and unable to relax even in the state of his office - the clouds are dark and the halls are oddly quiet as men drag themselves out to the trucks outside. "If Smol wants I can uh ... We can change that."

"That-" Graves' eyes flick to the commotion of a shadow running off with the small shadow and he all but barrels past the soldier he'd been previously talking to - in order to get a good sprint forward. "Hey!! Drop 'em, son! Don't wanna know what'll happen to ya' if you don't!"