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@prvtagonist
γβ you got me wrapped around your finger, acting like a fool. β
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γPROTAGONIST β ELEVATOR HITCH β ASK BLOG
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γrules && tags under cut. warning that this blog may contain mature themes including death, violence, religious trauma, abuse, homosexuality & transgender guilt, and adult language.
I think that you are purple because you want to play fetch οΏΌ
β w ... what ? there is no correlation ?? β
wheres papa and auntie
β @trivial--tycoon πͺ»
oh hi vick! um.
im not too sure actually jhfkcjks
how have you been?
Me too bro me too
there's a strange man that comes into the room, seemingly from an elevator. he's a bit shaken and skittish. he walks into the room, and the creaks in the floor start to make noise. he lets out a shaky sigh, looks around for anything. anything at all. his first instinct is to check under the bed, to which there's shoes sticking out. how odd. when he gets down on his knees and checks under the bed β¦
oh. oh. it's a child. and the man looks shaken up upon seeing the poor, frightened child.
β γ@prvtagonist γπ
>[The child jumped at the sight of the strange man, quickly hiding further underneath their bed. At the sight of the manβs face, the child screamed and threw a crayon at his nose.]
βSweetie, is that you?β
>[A voice can be heard from beyond the room. The child gasped and quickly covered their mouth, shutting their eyes tightly. It wasnβt a good hiding place at all, they would surely be found in seconds.]
>[Footsteps slowly approached the room.]
ββββ flinches at the scream the child let out, not even caring about the fact they threw a crayon at him, but he does rub his nose a bit. he immediately tried to quickly calm the child down, β hey, hey, it's okayβ¦ i'm sorry, pleaseββ he hears the voice that sounded so familiar that he visibly cringed.
he doesn't go under the bed, he sits there and tries to assess the situation, βokay, uhmβ i'm sorry. i didn't mean to, do that. to scare you. is that your mom?β the skittish intern asked, now laying down infront of the bed, looking at the child with kind yet worried eyes.
this child is familiar to him, he thinks.
>[The child nodded slowly, their back against the wall. They slowly took their hands away from their mouth and sniffled.]
You have to hide..! Sheβs gonna get us!
>[They whispered, their voice shaking. The kid slowly crawled closer to the man, grabbing his sleeve.]
If she finds me sheβs gonnaβ
βWhat are you doing up there? Youβre supposed to be asleep!β
>[The kid flinched from the footsteps, tugging on the manβs sleeve now as they looked around the room frantically, trying to think of something.]
the intern flinched at the voice and immediately took a bunch of stuffed animals from the bed and put it under the blanket, then proceeded to hide under the bed with the child. it was something ββββ always did as a kid.
his breathing is shaky and he tries to comfort the child, β hey, hey, you're okay. i know it's scary, i know. just stay quiet, okay? she won't do anything if i'm here. β he doesn't know how true it is, but he's doing his best to comfort the child.
>[The child held onto the intern tightly, burying their face in his shirt and shivering. After a moment, the door swung open. The figure stood in the doorway for a few seconds before walking away and slamming the door closed.]
>[Paisley was still hugging the man tight, now crying into his shirt as they crawled out from under the bed.]
Sheβs gonna come back-! She isnβt gonna stop..
>[They hiccuped, covering their ears and tugging at their hair. The footsteps faded.]
ββββ flinches at the door swinging open. he sees the feet from underneath the bed and he looks like he was one step away from having a panic attack. there was some sort of strange sense of deja vu that he couldn't shake away. despite this, he looks back at the child with a remorseful look, β she's gone. she's gone for now. i'm so sorry i had this happen. β
he quietly crawled out from under the bed and apologized to the child while doing so. the intern bends down to the child's level and gently takes their hands away from their hair to prevent hair-pulling, β none of that, okay? what do you need? do you need a toy, a hug, anything? β he asked gentlyβhe knew who fragile a child can get. gentle, gentle, everything has to be gentle. he can't afford to scare them.
that's what he wished he had. the intern had no idea what to do next. he wasn't sure if taking the child was a morally correct thing to do, but all he does was quietly attempt to comfort the child.
>[The child whimpered and tugged on the manβs shirt instead. They wiped their tears and sniffled loudly.]
I want mama to not be mad..
>[They already began to stray away from the man, taking small steps towards the door.]
If I say Iβm sorry then maybe she wonβt be mad anymore!
>[Paisley quickly tried to run off, reaching up to grab the doorknob.]
the intern's heart dropped at the sight of the child already at the door. no, no, no. it's a trap, they have to know that, right?
out of pure fear and instinct, he immediately grabbed the child's arm and tears began to form in his eyes. the sight of the man is pitiful, β no, no please don't. you can't do that, you'llβ β he deeply breathed in, it was shaky. he swallowed the lump in his throat before he continued. it's as if he knew what'd happen if the child opened the door and went to mama.
β mama's gonna be mad with you. mama β¦ β he paused, thinking of what words to say. β mama is tired, she probably wants some sleep. β the intern slapped himself mentally for that lame excuse. whatever. he just hopes it's enough to stop the child from leaving and getting hurt.
>[Paisley stopped at the door and jumped back from it as if it was on fire. They took a few steps away from the door and turned around.]
I wonβt make mama more mad then..
>[They ran back over to the man and hugged his legs, seemingly a bit more calm now. In fact, they looked exhausted.]
Mama has my sleepy pills.. Iβm really really sleepy, but I donβt think I can fall asleep without them.
>[The door to the elevator creaked open slightly, a blonde haired man peeked in. Paisley quickly tried to hide behind the intern.]
the intern played with the child's hair, β oh honey, you're okay. i promise. that's just my friend over there. β friend is a stretch. a huge one. at best, they're acquaintances. he looked at the child, and then the blonde man who peeked in from the elevator. β uhm, chaseβ bryce? whatever, come out here. β he sounds slightly annoyed, but at his coworker mostly.
the blonde comes out of the elevator and yawns, β yeesh. you're taking waaaay too long for my likingβ oh, who's this? β the coworker's rambling stops as he tilts his head at the child, he's never seen a child before in these parts at all. hmm.
and the intern responds, β well, i found them under the bed. i don't think they, uh β¦ are exactly safe here. β he doesn't mention how familiar this child is. β what's your name, hon? β he bent down to the child's level.
Uh huh. Youβll understand one day buddy *pat pat*
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TO CLARIFY WASNT TAKKINB ABOUT SOMETNING BAD EITHER. I MEANT YOURE SO BABY
β i β¦ am thirty, sorry to burst your bubble . β
Wasnβt talking about your height lol
β β¦ ? β
Yep. The tiniest little lad indeed!!!!!!
β i'm five foot seven β¦ ? sorry to disappoint β¦ β
I know what you are π«΅ (a tiny little lad)
he looks around and then looks back at you, pointing at himself. β me? β
[walks up to you in fancy suit with a rose in my mouth ]
Transgender more like. Transjester. Because you make me laugh π«Ά
β pfftβ¦ β the intern lets out a small chuckle. β that was cute. thank you. β
WHERE IS YOUR JOY. WHERE IS YOUR WHIMSY. I AM GIVING YOU WHIMSY WITH MY MAGIC JOY AND WHIMSY BEAM
he smiled sheepishly. β uhm... thank you? i think? β
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:33 >> hi anon ! tysm !! i did not know this bc im still new 2 tumblr so this helps alot tyyyy π
youre down so bad for her brochaco its painfully obvious you are MADLY in love
β no it's not. it's not. β it is.
ββββ looked at his coworker with almost light in his eyes, which is unusual. he always tried to avoid his coworker's eyes, but this time β¦ he looking up at her (?) with almost sparkling eyes.
it's a little weird, if you thought about it more. his coworker isn't used to seeing him look at her (?) with light in his eyes.
β @prvtagonist π
:33 >> i hope it's ok to send something here!! :D
[ Today's been... unusual, to say the least. 'Unusual' really describes Coworker's life in general as of late. Still, seeing [PROTAG] of all people looking up at her with a twinkle in his eye caught coworker a bit off guard. ]
> "... Do I got somethin' on my face, orrrr?"
ββββ blinked a few times and he looks like he realized what he was just doing, immediately embarrassed. β uuh, no, nothing. nothing on your face. sorry. β he looked to the side and was about to run back to his cubicle. if his coworker looked closer at his face, she would probably be able to see slight red on his ears, due to being a little embarrassed.
the intern internally reminded himself to not make it obvious but, of course, he fails at that because he stares at his coworker for too long. β i just. uhm. noticed you looked different than usual. β he awkwardly added, probably not the best line to sayβbut he didn't know how to approach this at all!
i mean, what are the odds that someone feels the same way as you, but just β¦ the opposite? ββββ has never met anyone who did. but there's a lingering, nagging thought that made him nervous β¦ what if he's wrong? the intern bit his tongue from saying anything further.
[ Oh shit, he noticed. Play it cool, [COWORKER], play it cool. ]
> "Oh- uh yeah. I've just been... um... trying out some new clothes lately!"
[ That was the least smooth and most obviously improvised answer ever. ]
β¦ wow, the intern isn't sure if he's more obvious or his coworker is.
regardless, he stays next to his coworker with a sheepish smile. β well, i think they look nice. it suits you. β he's not making any sort of eye contact with the younger, but the tone in his voice is obvious that he means it, even if he's a little shy about it. β it's different than what you usually wear, which isβ¦ nice. β
> "Uh- thanks."
[ How else can one respond to that? [COWORKER] doesn't attempt to make eye-contact either, and just stands awkwardly by. The little flutter in her chest that ensued when he said 'they look nice' and 'it suits you' definitely didn't help with the 'playing it cool' thing. ]
wow. look at these dumbasses standing there.
ββββ stood there awkwardly with an embarrassed smile on his face. he then sheepishly asks, β so, what made you want to try out new clothes? β he hopes it's not an uncomfortable question, he did actually want to know. β you always wore the same suit so it's a sudden change, atleast for me. β
for reasons he will not say, he thought it was a nice change. it was just sudden and he noticed immediately.
> "Uh- Dunno, just kinda like this more than my normal getup."
[ Not a complete lie. She does like clothes like these that give her a more feminine appearing frame. She likes them a lot, actually. Definitely more than just 'kinda'. However, [COWORKER] is still [COWORKER], so of course she's still gonna act overly confident. ]
> "Of course, I look stunning in everything, so not much of a change there."
[ she was lowkey kinda swagless before ngl ]
oh. the intern guesses that makes sense. if his coworker liked it, he liked it, and ββββ would not mind at all. it looks nice. but before he could say anything elseβ
βah, there it is. his coworker's boasting confidence. ββββ rolls his eyes with a small smirk, β of course, of course. thanks for ruining it. β he joked. but he couldn't bring himself to disagree, for some reason.
> "Aw, don't be like that! You know you love me and my awesome personality!"
[ Well that's a bold statement. She's definitely sure of herself, that's for certain. She ruffles [PROTAG]'s hair with a playful smile. What a flirt. ]
ββββ lets out a a small squeak and his face flushes a soft red when his coworker makes that comment and ruffles his hair. he feels embarrassed by the affection. he swats his coworker's hand away.
β yeah, yeah. keep telling yourself that. β he doesn't deny it, though, and his voice sounds nervous, which he fails to hide. ββββ avoids his coworker's gaze.
[ Before she can let that look on his face go to her head too much, she looks at a nearby wall clock to check if her break is over. And of course it is. Nothing ever goes in their favor when [PROTAG] and [COWORKER] are together. Like the very office is trying to keep them apart or something. ]
> "Shit, wasted my entire smoke break-" > "Well, see ya newbie!"
[ She's about to run off, back to her own workspace. There's a brief window for [PROTAG] to say something if he'd like. To stall for just a little more time with his coworker. ]
when his coworker suddenly announced he was leaving, ββββ's smile dropped. he didn't expect time moved so fast, and he almost looked pathetic from the way his coworker removed his (??????) hand away from his hair. the intern was looking back at his coworker.
β wβwait, sorry. um. β oh fuck, what would be a good thing to say right now? β can we. uhmβ um, get a drink after work? β good job, ββββ, very smooth. very clean. not desperate sounding at all. god, he sounded stupid.
the intern looked away, β sorry. that's stupid. you're probably busy andβ β he just stops himself, preventing him from speaking any further.
[ She stopped in her tracks and turned around to see what he had to say as soon as [PROTAG] spoke. She smiles, not the usual cocky grin or teasing smirk, actually just smiles. It's really quite pretty. Like a personal ray of sunshine reserved for nice little moments such as this one. ]
> "Sure! Meet me in the office parking lot after work!"
[ There's a genuine quality to her voice. Like she's sincerely excited to talk to him outside of work. ]
the intern smiled. β oh okay...! yeah! i will! iβi'll see you! β he sheepishly waved, he felt soβ¦ happy. for some reason. he didn't even know why.
but he did, he knew why. and he never wanted to admit it ever. the intern was still thinking about the feeling of his coworker's hand on his hair, he felt so flustered just by the thought.
he wanted nothing more than for his coworker to do that again.
ooooooooo you want that 6'2 pretty blonde woman who happens to be your coworker sooooo bad
β iβ uhm. β the intern fidgets with his tie and looks to the side. β why are you bringing this up? β
since youβre so adamant on protag NOT being your name what is your name anyways.
β my name is ββββ. β
