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"Hey... Tiph wants us to do 'team-building exercises' or something... Probably a request from miss Hod. She stuck me with you, so we have to do things together for the day..."

- @commandingviolet

"--eh..? really? kinda surprised she's going along with it... probably no way to get out of it either... ah, whatever. just try to keep up."

He says with a grin, as though he wasn't just about to try to sneak back to the vending machine. Nobody had to know.

"so ah... where to first?"

"...Up to you. Shouldn't trust my judgement, hah..."

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

For a brief moment, he raises an eyebrow. This one seemed Confident. Tiph sure knew how to pick 'em.

"Welllll, if you don't have anything in mind... lemme let you in on a trade secret, then."

...and with that, he promptly sat back down on his ass and got comfortable.

"Never do anything they don't explicitly tell you to. Waste of energy, trust me. C'mon, sit. If we're lucky, they'll forget to assign us anything." Nobody was ever lucky in this facility. "...and if we're not, we're just doing icebreakers. Easy."

He was So fucking good at this.

"..Um. Okay. Mind if I sit with you, then...?"

[Poor Viktor seemed rather confused. Not working wasn't an idea that had occurred to him, but disappointing his assigned partner was unthinkable. So, as usual, he simply accepted what he was told.]

"i'm asking." he says, patting the space beside him. "c'mon, it wont kill ya."

Yeah, this one Definitely needed some work. Or, well. The opposite. They'd handle it.

"see, look. if you sit on the floor right here, you can see the whole room easy peasy. and you can use the column as an armrest. pretty great, right?"

"I see... I suppose it sounds nice. One might wonder how Tiphereth would react to seeing this, though..."

[Viktor sat down, laying the massive Gold Rush gauntlet on xyr lap. Xe started fidgeting with his ID card.]

"ah, don't worry about it. if she gets on your case about it, it was my idea, m'kay?"

He'd gotten fairly good at redirecting Tiphereth's frustrations regarding his... less-than-present attitude. Normally he'd try not to get caught at all, but with a buddy... well, it was expected of him. So he could handle it.

"i guess since we're gonna be stuck together a while... got any gossip?" He says, his grin turning a bit mischievous. "not like i get many chances to keep up round here."

"Ah... Not particularly. I am not ingratiated to any social circles within the facility, so I tend to be less than informed..."

[Surely there is no reason for this. Viktor is a normal individual.]

"Hey... Tiph wants us to do 'team-building exercises' or something... Probably a request from miss Hod. She stuck me with you, so we have to do things together for the day..."

- @commandingviolet

"--eh..? really? kinda surprised she's going along with it... probably no way to get out of it either... ah, whatever. just try to keep up."

He says with a grin, as though he wasn't just about to try to sneak back to the vending machine. Nobody had to know.

"so ah... where to first?"

"...Up to you. Shouldn't trust my judgement, hah..."

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

For a brief moment, he raises an eyebrow. This one seemed Confident. Tiph sure knew how to pick 'em.

"Welllll, if you don't have anything in mind... lemme let you in on a trade secret, then."

...and with that, he promptly sat back down on his ass and got comfortable.

"Never do anything they don't explicitly tell you to. Waste of energy, trust me. C'mon, sit. If we're lucky, they'll forget to assign us anything." Nobody was ever lucky in this facility. "...and if we're not, we're just doing icebreakers. Easy."

He was So fucking good at this.

"..Um. Okay. Mind if I sit with you, then...?"

[Poor Viktor seemed rather confused. Not working wasn't an idea that had occurred to him, but disappointing his assigned partner was unthinkable. So, as usual, he simply accepted what he was told.]

"i'm asking." he says, patting the space beside him. "c'mon, it wont kill ya."

Yeah, this one Definitely needed some work. Or, well. The opposite. They'd handle it.

"see, look. if you sit on the floor right here, you can see the whole room easy peasy. and you can use the column as an armrest. pretty great, right?"

"I see... I suppose it sounds nice. One might wonder how Tiphereth would react to seeing this, though..."

[Viktor sat down, laying the massive Gold Rush gauntlet on xyr lap. Xe started fidgeting with his ID card.]

"Hey... Tiph wants us to do 'team-building exercises' or something... Probably a request from miss Hod. She stuck me with you, so we have to do things together for the day..."

- @commandingviolet

"--eh..? really? kinda surprised she's going along with it... probably no way to get out of it either... ah, whatever. just try to keep up."

He says with a grin, as though he wasn't just about to try to sneak back to the vending machine. Nobody had to know.

"so ah... where to first?"

"...Up to you. Shouldn't trust my judgement, hah..."

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

For a brief moment, he raises an eyebrow. This one seemed Confident. Tiph sure knew how to pick 'em.

"Welllll, if you don't have anything in mind... lemme let you in on a trade secret, then."

...and with that, he promptly sat back down on his ass and got comfortable.

"Never do anything they don't explicitly tell you to. Waste of energy, trust me. C'mon, sit. If we're lucky, they'll forget to assign us anything." Nobody was ever lucky in this facility. "...and if we're not, we're just doing icebreakers. Easy."

He was So fucking good at this.

"..Um. Okay. Mind if I sit with you, then...?"

[Poor Viktor seemed rather confused. Not working wasn't an idea that had occurred to him, but disappointing his assigned partner was unthinkable. So, as usual, he simply accepted what he was told.]

"Hey... Tiph wants us to do 'team-building exercises' or something... Probably a request from miss Hod. She stuck me with you, so we have to do things together for the day..."

- @commandingviolet

"--eh..? really? kinda surprised she's going along with it... probably no way to get out of it either... ah, whatever. just try to keep up."

He says with a grin, as though he wasn't just about to try to sneak back to the vending machine. Nobody had to know.

"so ah... where to first?"

"...Up to you. Shouldn't trust my judgement, hah..."

[Seems as though he would probably go with anything... Lucky, to find a nice doormat to partner with.]

thatoneemployeeeveryonehates

*weakly points at you*

twink?

g-gwa???

what does that mean??? Is it good?!? Is it bad?!?!? AM I A TWINK??? WHAT IS A TWINK?????

thatoneemployeeeveryonehates

“So they're calling you a twink as well now... Welcome to the club, I guess.”

WHAT CLUB????? I mean yay!!! Im in a club BUT WHY AM I IN THIS CLUB???????? WHAT IS A TWINK?!?!?!!?!?!!? UUEEE... IS IT BAD?!?!??

#cryophobic // viktor #?unknown? // nameless

“Ah, they're calling you effeminate. And gay. So... probably fine.”

thatoneemployeeeveryonehates

*weakly points at you*

twink?

g-gwa???

what does that mean??? Is it good?!? Is it bad?!?!? AM I A TWINK??? WHAT IS A TWINK?????

#cryophobic // viktor #?unknown? // nameless

“So they're calling you a twink as well now... Welcome to the club, I guess.”

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#It Begins.

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“…I didn’t want to bring it up. You seemed pretty…shaken.”

Flyker sighed

“If it helps you feel better, Mocha survived. He was pulled out of the facility before the day ended because of his injuries.”

Flyker paused for a moment. Trying to tread carefully.

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

"At least he got out. ...Love you, snowflake."

Flyker froze in place. Clearly taken aback.

“I-..uh-“

Bro had the goofiest expression on his face from clearly trying to conceal a smile.

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

"Not going to reply, darling?"

Flyker stammered for a moment. Clearly trying to string something together.

“I-I-…l-love—FUCK!”

Flyker hid his face in his hands completely, blushing furiously.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

"I know you do."

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

Flyker just kept hiding his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed as all fucking hell.

“Can you just keep helping me out? It’s still annoying the shit out of me.”

"Alright."

[Viktor continues brushing Flyker's hair.]

Flyker was still tense and, of course, incredibly embarrassed. He was just sitting there, arms now crossed. Pouting.

“You’re unbearable sometimes. Fuck you.”

It wasn’t said with any form of malice, it was a weird mix of anger and fondness.

"I know. You know you love me."

Flyker just growled in response, now hiding his face again.

“S-Shut up.”

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"Okay, snowflake."

[Viktor stops everything and goes back to hugging Flyker.]

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“…I didn’t want to bring it up. You seemed pretty…shaken.”

Flyker sighed

“If it helps you feel better, Mocha survived. He was pulled out of the facility before the day ended because of his injuries.”

Flyker paused for a moment. Trying to tread carefully.

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

"At least he got out. ...Love you, snowflake."

Flyker froze in place. Clearly taken aback.

“I-..uh-“

Bro had the goofiest expression on his face from clearly trying to conceal a smile.

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

"Not going to reply, darling?"

Flyker stammered for a moment. Clearly trying to string something together.

“I-I-…l-love—FUCK!”

Flyker hid his face in his hands completely, blushing furiously.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

"I know you do."

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

Flyker just kept hiding his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed as all fucking hell.

“Can you just keep helping me out? It’s still annoying the shit out of me.”

"Alright."

[Viktor continues brushing Flyker's hair.]

Flyker was still tense and, of course, incredibly embarrassed. He was just sitting there, arms now crossed. Pouting.

“You’re unbearable sometimes. Fuck you.”

It wasn’t said with any form of malice, it was a weird mix of anger and fondness.

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"I know. You know you love me."

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“…I didn’t want to bring it up. You seemed pretty…shaken.”

Flyker sighed

“If it helps you feel better, Mocha survived. He was pulled out of the facility before the day ended because of his injuries.”

Flyker paused for a moment. Trying to tread carefully.

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

"At least he got out. ...Love you, snowflake."

Flyker froze in place. Clearly taken aback.

“I-..uh-“

Bro had the goofiest expression on his face from clearly trying to conceal a smile.

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

"Not going to reply, darling?"

Flyker stammered for a moment. Clearly trying to string something together.

“I-I-…l-love—FUCK!”

Flyker hid his face in his hands completely, blushing furiously.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

"I know you do."

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

Flyker just kept hiding his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed as all fucking hell.

“Can you just keep helping me out? It’s still annoying the shit out of me.”

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"Alright."

[Viktor continues brushing Flyker's hair.]

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“…I didn’t want to bring it up. You seemed pretty…shaken.”

Flyker sighed

“If it helps you feel better, Mocha survived. He was pulled out of the facility before the day ended because of his injuries.”

Flyker paused for a moment. Trying to tread carefully.

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

"At least he got out. ...Love you, snowflake."

Flyker froze in place. Clearly taken aback.

“I-..uh-“

Bro had the goofiest expression on his face from clearly trying to conceal a smile.

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

"Not going to reply, darling?"

Flyker stammered for a moment. Clearly trying to string something together.

“I-I-…l-love—FUCK!”

Flyker hid his face in his hands completely, blushing furiously.

Imagine being super confident normally but melting when you’re shown the most simple of verbal affection. What a loser amiright

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"I know you do."

[Viktor.. giggles? That is wildly unheard of.]

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“…I didn’t want to bring it up. You seemed pretty…shaken.”

Flyker sighed

“If it helps you feel better, Mocha survived. He was pulled out of the facility before the day ended because of his injuries.”

Flyker paused for a moment. Trying to tread carefully.

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

"At least he got out. ...Love you, snowflake."

Flyker froze in place. Clearly taken aback.

“I-..uh-“

Bro had the goofiest expression on his face from clearly trying to conceal a smile.

Flyker blud you gotta respond.

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"Not going to reply, darling?"

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

“…I didn’t want to bring it up. You seemed pretty…shaken.”

Flyker sighed

“If it helps you feel better, Mocha survived. He was pulled out of the facility before the day ended because of his injuries.”

Flyker paused for a moment. Trying to tread carefully.

“I missed you too, Vik. As embarrassing it is to admit.”

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"At least he got out. ...Love you, snowflake."

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.

"Alright, snowflake. It's funny when you're so desperate."

[Viktor grabs out a brush from.. somewhere. and begins to brush Flyker's hair.]

“Wh—HEY!”

Flyker clearly started blushing furiously. Covering his face with his hand.

“I-I-I am NOT desperate.”

"Pfff. Cute."

[Viktor continued brushing.]

“Am not.”

Flyker grumbled. Still hiding his behind his hands.

"Of course, dear."

[Viktor stopped brushing for a moment to hug Flyker from behind.]

Flyker squeaked. Clearly confused.

“O-OI! What in the—“

Flyker cut himself off, covering his face still. He is flustered as all hell.

#lor rp #professionals have standards / viktor #shiver me twinkers / flyker

"I missed you, idiot. I figured you would mention the dying part at least once now that I've found you again."

[Viktor's voice was shaky again.]

A familiar man with blondish-brown hair and silver eyes was walking down the halls, aggressively brushing out his hair with his hands with an annoyed expression. Kicking at the corner of a bookshelf in annoyance.

“GodDAMMIT! UGH!”

"Well hello to you too, snowflake."

[Viktor had a tremor in his voice that didn't match the words being spoken.]

“Huh? Oh hey Vik.”

Flyker waved, though still trying to brush out the long mop he calls his hair.

"Need some help with that?"

“Please.”

Flyker looked like he was practically begging.