#sticker!!!!

I did a thingy ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ I'm now very proud

So he graciously smooths a nice foil sticker onto the man's shirt, nice and visible. He deserves the recognition like anyone else.

"There. I'm sure you have some kind of victory that's worth acknowledging, so... keep up the good work."

He'd been wandering the halls when Scott approached. Just checking on things, really; reassuring himself that all was well in his own way. When he noticed their fearless leader, he'd expected a greeting. Maybe a conversation, maybe a reminder about paperwork or a meeting, maybe a question about how classes or the security patrols were going.

Something like that.

He hadn't really expected a sticker.

He looks down as Scott pastes it to his shirt, too confused to protest or comment beyond a scrunched brow and a tilted head.

"Uh..." He trails off, glancing back up, then down, then up again. "Thanks, boss." He speaks slowly, then he shrugs, pinching his shirt between his thumb and forefinger to pull at the fabric and get a better view of his new prize.