@finalvlog​ says: Alex leans back in his chair, balancing precariously before letting it balance back out on all four legs. "Be honest with me, if you weren't being paid a ludicrous amount, how much would you hate me? Scale of one to ten." They'd been going over documents together in preparation and Alex was getting tired, which meant he had to fill the silence with something. Trying to get under John's skin was as good a pastime as any.

John’s resolve was chipping away by the minute; only an hour ‘til his client’s deposition. With a hip leaned against the large oak desk, the lawyer watched Alex’s movements closely. ( 🇹​🇭​🇮​🇸​ 🇨​🇭​🇦​🇮​🇷​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇲​🇦​🇩​🇪​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇲​🇪​🇽​🇮​🇨​🇦​🇳​ 🇵​🇮​🇳​🇪​ ﹣ 🇹​🇴​🇴​ 🇵​🇷​🇮​🇨​🇪​🇱​🇪​🇸​🇸​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇧​🇪​ 🇷​🇪​🇵​🇱​🇦​🇨​🇪​🇩​ 🇦​🇹​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇱​🇴​🇨​🇦​🇱​ 🇼​🇦​🇱​🇲​🇦​🇷​🇹​ !! ) Half-tempted to wait it out and witness a tumble, he hesitated snapping his fingers in protest.  ❝Whether or not I’m being paid, you’re still...❞ There was a contemplated sigh of disapproval before he continued,  ❝Less than tolerable.❞ John replied, the corners of his mouth still resisting a frown. Although the words rang true, nothing could break his mask. 

❝Good thing I’m not here to be your bestfriend, right?❞