Things said and done at work throughout the week because why not…….. ft. TWST Chars.+My OCs.
Part 1/??
I want a break from planning and writing things soo, you get my everyday type convos/quotes at work that I remember… also- any TWST Staff is in place of my supervisors🧍🏾— I may, possibly, also do the characters/OCs said and done in my household.... mayybe
Warnings: slight NSFW because my friends/co-workers are unhinged in the early mornings..
Leona, lounging: Wow, you’re doing such an amazing job. That’s more than I ever see you do.
Sol, literally marking and sorting things: I literally do more work than you!
Leona, grinning: That’s what I make you think.
Ruggie, putting the things away: By sitting there and hardly picking up a thing?
Leona: Stop gaslighting me.
Sol and Ruggie: HUH!?
Floyd, holding and staring at a small but very heavy box: What happens if I throw this at Trein.
Sol: Please don’t. Because I know you’ll blame me instantly and I’m gonna have to break your dick.
Floyd, chuckling: Kinky little shit.
Dolion, excitedly pointing: OH! It’s the cum bucket!
Kairo, baffled as he is holding said object: the…… WHAT!? Why are you you calling it that!?
Dolion, now unsure how to proceed: Because….. it’s… shaped like…. A wenis?
Kairo: … It does not.
Dolion, making weird motions with his hands: and weird sloshy-slosh.
Kairo: Sloshy- Slo- Don’t talk to me for the rest of this shift.
Ace: Piss hard enough and we can be power washers.
Deuce, intrigued: We can??
Ace, becoming excited: YEAH!! But you gotta push hard, like pushing a baby!
Deuce: isn’t pushing babies painful?
Ace: for women maybe, but not guys.
Deuce, shocked: Guys push babies too!??
Ace: YEAH, THOSE SPECIAL GUYS! You know?? The uh…. What are they called? Transporters! Yeah!
Deuce: THAT’S SO COOL!
Sol, whispering to Yuu and Grim: They’re a bit confused but they got spirit.
Yuu, snorting and whispering back: It’s the thought that counts.
Azul: We could make life easier by making a deal.
Sol, intrigued: What kinda deal?
Azul, smiling: Yes.
And he walks away, leaving Sol extremely confused.
Sol: I hate it here so much…
Crowley: No you don’t ! It’s great here!
Sol: You’re only saying that to make yourself feel better…
Crowley, sighing: Yeah… A little.
Sol, minding his business and swaying his hips in place:
Idia: Why are you thrusting?
Sol, confused: I’m not? I’m trying to keep warm!
Idia: by thrusting the air??
Sol, frustrated: this is not thrusting??
Idia: IT IS!?? THIS! *terribly mimics Sols motion* IS THRUSTING.
Sol: This is a hate crime. Never do that again, you uncooked tortilla. *walks away to go work on something else*
Idia: UNCOO— WHAT!??!
Sol: Imagine being 20, that’s so old. Who manages to live that long?
Kairo: Didn’t you just turn 20?
Sol, staring directly into his eyes: I’m talking about you.
Kairo: But yo—
Sol: Shut.
Vargas: What’s good sunshine!?
Sol: sh, shh, shhhhhhh~ it’s too early for that. Go try that again on someone else. Shoo.
Vargas: But… you are sunshine? 🤔
Sol: Not today. I do not tolerate it today- I’m not masking today.
Vargas: What? Masking? Are you-
Sol: What? You hear something? I think Crewel is calling for me, BYE!
