After listening to this employee rag on for a while about his not-so-spectacular job, he answered; “The ones that aren’t of stereotypically feminine nature.”
A roundabout way of saying he/him/they/them, but it works…? He still just wanted to get out, as soon as possible. He idly pondered about how easy it would be to just transform into a smaller spider form and crawl out the door as soon as the other turned their back, or left.
Even the thought made the four small arachnoid-like limbs on his suit tap anxiously without him realizing. And… him? An abnormality? It would be a pleasure to be called that as he takes it as fear which he enjoys seeing, but not while he’s in a small cramped space, presumably for however long they keep him here.
“I want to get out.” He murmured to himself. This was not only annoying and dehumanizing, but rather boring as well. Nothing was even in the room for him to interact with other than this tiny Employee he didn’t even know the name of.
“Appreciate you actually answering the question, haha.” Joshua jotted down some notes about the appearance of the man, making sure to refer to him as a male instead of a monster. “I have some more questions to ask you and then I’ll be done, okay?” he reassured Phobia. “Let’s start with some easy ones, what’s your name, and what food do you like?”
These questions were... weird. Who the hell asks things like this? Well, while he’s here, he might as well humor the smaller man.
“My name is Phobia. And, insects, among other living creatures, are my favorite midnight snack.”
Which was a lie; Insects are his favorite food in general. Along with tea and salads and other “sophisticated” things to keep up his image, which, well, he didn’t have to; it’s not like he took pictures of the food he ate and posted it. Probably.
