It's An Institution

jk. I am gonna pop off to my personal blog 

     "Oooooh, so he’s one of those guys huh? My dad’s the same way——I work for him too." His hands find their way into his pockets as he tries to stay as still as possible, so as not to drop any dirt. He whistles as he surveys the building. "Pretty fancy place here… I bet you get a lotta benefits workin’ in a place like this, huh?"

❛ He's like that...But he's a good man.❞  He nodded, hands still tucked neatly behind his back. ❛ Well I get a small room...and nice socks.❞

   ’  say it again. I dare ya. ‘               Lolita’s never taken kindly to accusations.               can he tell? her little fists are all bunched               and ready for a fight.

Zero rolled his eyes. He wasn't gonna start a fight with this girl. He valued  his job more than he valued this girl. He wasn't fond of her. He could already tell. She was too mouthy and not in a funny way. ❛I don't have time for this. Excuse me.❞

      It’s a surprise when he’s called out on the filth. He often forgets how dirty his occupation can be.

❝ In all honesty sir, I don't care about dirt. But the manager, he's a perfectionist and he insists everything being perfect. As his lobby boy, I have to expect the same.❞ He wasn't trying to be rude. This was just his job. He liked his job but it required him to be a stone wall, even if he didn't care that much.

    ’  nuh-uh. writers are those weirdos that        stay at home n’drink expensive whisky        because they believe it’ll make their love        worse, and writing better. ‘

❛Anybody can be a crook, miss. You could even be a crook.❜He narrowed his eyes then looked at her closely.   ❝ You could be stealing things from this hotel.❞