@floraprin wrote: a vine wraps around the bottom of robert's chair before it pulls him towards the break room, tearing the dispatcher away from the computer. "you've been staring at your screen for hours, robert~" she coos. "give the team a break! i brought lunch, anyway." her arms extends out to show the food displayed on the table. "and before you ask: yes, i got extra for beef."
by some unforeseen miracle, robert manages to let go of his mouse and keyboard before he’s ungracefully yanked from his workspace. being disturbed out of the blue was bad enough, to potentially decimate the technology that helped him do his job, which he needed to get paid? yeah, he’d rather not be scooping up stray keyboard keys for the next few hours.
“well duh, that’s what i’m getting paid for, isn’t it? what, should i be staring out the window instead?” just to push the joke further, the brunette’s head whips around to face the sunlit glass nearby. it was a nice enough day out, nice blue sky, a gentle warmth, that totally wasn’t helping with his exhaustion, and neither was refusing the offer of free food.
swiveling around in his seat yet again, hands rest upon his knees with a light sigh. “look, i’d love to, really, but if i don’t keel my eyes on those idiots then—“ it’s not that he didn’t trust his teammates. they knew what they were doing, they were competent, they just needed a little… supervision sometimes. okay, most of the time.
but with his name being mentioned, beef all too quickly perks up from his curled position at robert’s feet, nub-like tail whirling about not dissimilar a helicopter. once he caught whiff of the offered food as well? oh it was over for the both of them. “uh oh, now we’re in trouble,” the third generation robertson chuckles to himself, shaking his head in amusement. “thank you, ara. i appreciate it. i’m sure it couldn’t hurt to stretch for a bit. anything that keeps my ass from fusing with the damn chair.”
