RESPONSE TO LETHAL-ORNITHOLOGY’S ASK!
“Stoooopp!!” Igoree whined, turning his body over so he was laying on his back instead of his stomach. It surely made his breathing better, at least. “I’m trying to have myself a moment and you’re ruining it!”
“Die then.”
He kept poking Igoree. He didn’t know who this fucker was but, he wanted this twink obliterated at all costs. Who the hell just passes out in a deadly corporation? For “having a moment?” He hopes that this dude honestly becomes a sacrifice for the birds or something, seems completely useless.
“Shut up.” Igoree smacked his hand away, he was in too much of a good mood to go all out with insulting this stranger. He stood back up and brushed himself off, shifting his gaze over to a wall so he didn’t feel embarrassed while rambling - if he did, “I doubt you’d even understand how I’m feeling right now.”
He sees the flush on the other's face, and seems to suddenly realize what this is even about.
“I’ve been in love before, idiot.” He points towards his E.G.O suit, Der Freischutz armor. He’s kind of just waiting for this random weak employee to call him a freak for dating an abnormality, probably. If that happens... Well, he’ll get shot by a particular shadowy man.
“Anyways, anybody here would tell you the same thing. Laying down on the ground wasting valuable seconds could get you killed. Or demoted. Or fed to an abnormality. You’re in the Disciplinary Department after all. Either way, if it makes you pass out, just hang out with the person instead of wasting your time without them. It’s better for everyone that way.”
Whether it was genuine advice, or “please stop being a fucking eyesore” in polite talk, it was still something.
