#mech4man

the heel into his chest wasn't what he expected today...

@mech4man : no offense, but if you're the last to know, that's on you. stirring the pot

nose seem to scrunch up a little bit more than usual. oh he did not like the answer he got at all. it wasn't that serious, just a stupid incident in the branch, exactly while he was out. & then when everyone is laughing about it, he just felt left out. so obviously first person who had to hear about it was Robert, even if he might've not been the source of the story.

hand "rested" on dispatcher desk, not yet with full on slam, but a clear thump. he's not leaving any time soon.

" Robert, no no no, listen to me. you don't get to make ME look like an idiot. how I was supposed to know " dismissing the indication that the only one making fool of him was Sonar himself.

" you should've told me. my life is still pretty busy outside of work. " that's a lie. he doesn't do much except listen to podcast and watch crypto rise & fall " you had chance to telly everyone, but me? that feels like a personal attack. was my stapler not enough? " disregard that in the end it was found on his own desk & never was taken.

" or do you have something against hybrids? hmm? i'm listening "

@mech4man asked: "We've never really spoken, have we? We should."

First Meetings || Accepting !!

        ❝ ... What for ?? ❞

   It was a rather blunt question, but a genuine one that held no real    distaste, despite her tone. It was purely accidental. Still new to    the ropes & finding her footing, Raven was DISTANT yet professional    with her work on shifts, even if sometimes the jobs she was sent on    felt... Less than worth her time.

   Work was work. & she took it seriously, professionalism was an old    but good habit she had, even if it alienated her from others. & besides...

   Socializing was NOT her forte.

"tissue ! right — right, a tissue." hands infused with the powers and knowledge only the building janitor could possibly possess, leo reaches into the cleaning trolley and plucks a box of tissues, quick to set it down on the table. soggy tissue was one thing, let alone a soggy box of tissues. " are you alright ? " || @mech4man from here

"...Oh." Tensed shoulders and fingers frozen in fists all signal a cornered animal ready to fight. His answer, and total lack of reaction, come as a surprise. The artist currently known as Ragdoll blinks, then slowly straightens up—which doesn't do much to change her perspective, given the major height advantage he has on her.

"You a janitor now? Got kit and chem? 'Cause lemme tell you, this stuff stains." Her hands, fingers now unfurled, gesture to the mess like a game show presenter. "Tomato's as big a pain in the ass as blood."

A cracked glass food container sits splintered on the countertop. She can't say for certain how far any shards of glass may have leapt. Tendrils of black smoke curl and billow out from a clearly broken microwave, mirroring a green fog wafting from the side of her neck. "I know how to nuke food. I'm not, like, a caveman. This was a setup. Total sabotage."

@mech4man : “ every time i walk in this place, i get sad. ”

Robert's statement is not met with serious reaction initially, in fact Jamie takes a few seconds to blow air into their hands and create a small rain cloud that goes on to float over the brunet's head. He has a very dry tone in his voice & Jamie can't quite tell if he is being serious or not just from tone alone, however he will agree that the gentleman does have an aura of sadness around him. 

Employment tends to have that affect on people, or so Jamie hears. 

Confusion over the seriousness of the statement set aside, he still kneels down to give Beef a light scratch behind his ears because really, he would be a villain if he ignored that sausage shaped creature. “ If it is because you are feeling stuck, then you should broaden your horizons so to speak, getting stuck in the rut of life grates away at all of us, mon ami.. If it is because of your gaggle of... ambitious upstarts, then I can only offer my deepest sympathies on the matter, for that is not a fate I envy. ” Jamie rises to their feet again, looks around and then at Robert as a third option makes itself known in their mind. “ Recent events here have everyone shook up and in all sorts of emotional states, it is not something new and strange; shit happens, as the term goes, but if it is caused by the red ringed elephant in the room then... Make better memories here, let the good days outweigh the bad ones. I'm sure the rotund gentleman here would be happy to assist you in such a feat.... Is it okay if I give him a cat treat? ”

" really? " mani's voice is soft, for once. pitched with awe. the carpets in the sdn offices probably haven't been shampooed since they fucking BUILT the place, but they don't care. they lower themselves onto their knees, tentative, and reach out to stroke down beef's shiny coat, an emotion ballooning in their chest they couldn't even begin to have a name for. they look admittedly SILLY like this, folded up with cheez-it crumbs under their trousers, chunky gloves still on, giving robert's rotund, wonderful, amazing, incredible, beautiful dog the attention he deserves. they can't feel how soft he is through the material of their gloves, but mani's admittedly TOO familiar with the concept of cuteness aggression, and the unspoken risk that their powers provide, not that it's exactly common knowledge that they have an effect on things animate.

. . . they will not risk blowing up this perfect fucking dog to pet him for real, but mani lets themselves pretend, the encroaching smile on their face going absolutely gooey when the dog in question laps sloppily at their wrist.