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[showsart]

@asprinkle enters the gallery.

IT'S A MIRACLE the two manage to get any real work done when their respective bosses decide to fuck off for the day. lowly assistants to the big bad wolves — god, what they have to do for a fucking paycheck. however, june craves moments like this: ridiculously cheap takeout with the only person who makes this job worth it - teddy excluded - as they hide in a conference room in the back corner ( not that it does much, ALL THE WALLS ARE GLASS ).

"y'know — for as much as i'm sure they're paid... WHAT DO THEY EVEN DO? can you explain tom's job at ALL?" it's unfortunately genuine. she never claims to be the most knowledgeable about corporate waystar royco bullshit. in a box somewhere in her messy apartment is a certificate to an art history degree she's not even utilizing, not a master's in business. "i certainly couldn't explain what's going on in HR — if there's even one here."

[claimjupiter]

             the screaming was the worst part, next to the knowledge that he had been the cause for so many deaths. the pleading as the audience- as his wife and kids - were sucked into the mouth - slash - eye of that... thing. like a coward - yes, he felt like a coward - jupe had ran and didn’t look back, not until he reached his office. and that’s where he hid until the monster, jean jacket, was gone. this captain would not go down with his ship, would not lose his life like the others. but he would still pay for it. walk of shame led him to the haywood’s bloody ranch. he explained everything, accepted the scolds that came from everyone in attendance, and took it with no retort. it’s what he deserved. the weight of his choices fell heavily on his shoulders, sitting at the haywood’s table, tired eyes traveling to the boy he had seen at jupiter’s claim barely two hours before ricky had lost everything.  ‘ i fucked up, ’  was all he said, because the look on the kid’s face said it all.     @guttersniper​.