make-it-trouble:
Ted turned bright red with a cross between humiliation and directionless anger. He stared at his chest, his brows furrowed and lower lip quivering. As if he did a background check. He didn’t even background check his assistants, let alone his subjects. He just didn’t like the look of Adrian, and was feeling particularly venomous towards Team Magma at the time. But he figured that wouldn’t fly as an excuse and kept his mouth shut.
As the Executive mentioned Archer, Ted whimpered softly, his hands going towards the tablet unbidden to stop him messaging him, only managing to stop himself at the last minute, hands hovered above the device. But when he realised that it wasn’t to do with his position in the Team, his arms and shoulders relaxed. The word ‘son’ almost washed over him, but he realised as the taller man showed him the footage, that it should shake him. He looked into Kobalt’s eyes with his own pale blues, trying to pull off apologetic. It delivered scared, unsure what this meant for him.
Ted took the telling off passively, as calm as if he was being shown footage of himself knocking over an expensive vase. He looked dejectedly at his feet. This was so unfair! But he took the telling off despondently.
“It’s nothing personal,” he blurted, once the silence has settled. “I… I just wanted a human subject. Pe- Adrian liked being my test subject, anyway. We were friends. But all good things must come to and end,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “Nothing personal…” he mumbled.
He inwardly sighed, just wondering what to do with this kid. His reactions didn’t make any sense; it was clear something wasn’t quite right with him, but now he’d gone and done something like this. “Lemme tell you kid, you’re pretty damn lucky you aren’t my jurisdiction because I might have had you flayed on the spot.” Which wasn’t necessarily true, but he was particularly angry about this.
Kobalt’s air became particularly dangerous when the scientist reached for his device, replacing it in his jacket once the footage had played. So he had the nerve to sit there like a kicked puppy when he’s the one at fault here? His blood felt like it was boiling underneath his skin as he listened to this.. piece of shit whine about how it was ‘nothing personal’.
“Nothing personal huh? Nothing personal is all you have to say for yourself?” He chuckled, it turning to a small laugh as he held a hand to his face; though just as his voice carried a dangerous tone to it, so too did that. What the hell was this kid? “You think you know that boy better than his own father?” He reaches for the scientist’s collar and easily dragging Ted’s thin frame closer to his himself and got right up in his face. “Do you kiddo?” he hissed.
