TideOfDevotion

“And I’m to assume that also means the janitor.” He knows it’s not really a question. Of course Matt also means the janitor. He’d have to be incredibly dense to not notice the care that Aqua puts into its members. It’s a huge bonus for wanting to work here, and if he enjoys the company, well, that’s his business. 

“Aside from floor delicacies?” He asked, the corner of his mouth turning up a smidge. “You might not have noticed, but I’m not all that picky. I could go for something warm, though. Soup, maybe? That’s not something I can find under one of these tables.” 

Kazuki’s response is just going to earn him a hard pat on the back. Bringing up ‘floor snacks’ was just going to give the guy more pleasure out of making him mildly uncomfortable in regards to it. Even if he couldn’t help but be a little impressed by it in some strange way.

“Soup? There’s a cafe that serves a few different kinds that are good, so I’ll take you there.” Matt just grinned at Kazuki but there was still a look of disgust and concern that remained. Maybe he’d have a talk with the other grunts about having food lying around, that would probably solve it. Unless they were well aware and doing so on purpose. 

how could this happen to me

i made my mistakes

my boy eats trash and it’s all your fault

“I promise I won’t eat food off the floor in front of you,” he says, but honestly? He’s probably not going to eat food off the floor if he’s alone, anyway. Maybe in front of some of the other Aqua grunts, but they’d either high five him or look on in the same disgust Matt had.

“I’m due for a break now if you have nothing urgent on your plate.” He sets the mop onto his cart, a small puddle of water left behind. He pulls off a ‘slippery floor’ sign and sets it down, then moves the cart towards a wall, where it’ll be out of the way. It goes without saying that if anyone takes or messes with anything on it, there will be consequences. He pulls out a pokeball, trading Yasu for his trusty Manectric. He can’t exactly grab a large Magikarp around, after all.

“One of my jobs is making sure you grunts aren’t causing problems or doing anything questionable. Making sure you have a proper meal I would say falls under that category.” At least keeping grunts out of trouble was just one of his jobs, if it was his only, well... Archie would of probably gotten rid of him by now. The whole, not in front of you had gone over his head. Sure he didn’t trust Kazuki not to do it again just yet but maybe he’d do it less? 

“The food’s just fine here. ‘Sides, it’s kind of a waste to leave perfectly good sandwiches on the floor, isn’t it?” This is as good as he’d wanted it to be. The reaction- well, it’s reasonable. Who eats gross food off the floor? Even for a joke, it’s extreme. Still, he’s entertained.

“However, I am not the kind of person to turn down free meals. If that’s on the table, or floor- get it? Because I just- never mind. I’m up for it.”

“Have you tried it?” He asked, a hand moving to his hip. “‘Cause if you haven’t, how do you know it’s going to be as bad as you think it will be?” It was just as horrible as the other probably thought, but he’s not going to say that. No, what he’s going to do is pull his mop out and let water slap all over the weird stain the sandwich left behind on the linoleum. 

“No! And I have no intention on eating off the floor. Is the food here not good enough? Is it not something you want to eat? Because If that’s the case we can fix things. I’m sure Archie doesn’t want any of ya to be eating off the floor for whatever reason. Look if you promise to not do that again I’ll take you out for some real food.”

Common sense wins out over his need to traumatize his boss and he tosses the sandwich into the trashcan on his cart, narrowly missing Yasu with a flying…tomato? It’s probably a tomato. Were he a stronger man with an iron stomach, he would have attempted to simply consume it all, but he’s not stupid. He knows that sandwich has been on the floor for far too long. 

At least the sandwich was in the trash, where it should of been this entire encounter. What was still concerning was that the grunt had just continued to stare at him. Was he intimidated? Or had he just simply lost it? Granted  the man was just eating food off of the floor so maybe he’d prefer if that was the case.

Looking up from the ham sandwich- well, the sandwich seems like it might be ham, but it could easily be bologna- in his hand, Kazuki pauses. He processes the words just fine, but the look on the other guy’s face is the last remaining push that gets him to take the slowest bite of the already bitten sandwich. It barely even has to touch his tongue for him to be able to tell that a) it’s not right, b) it’s kind of stale, and c) there’s some hairs on it. He doesn’t say anything as he chews.

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