#officesmilesinhr

[only-when-you-smile]

Thank you for the follow DR. Abadi.

It’s of little consequence, though I do not believe we’ve been formally introduced…

[strexecutioner]

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✖ for a tattoo headcanon (One they have or one they want)

ok no tattoos (unless he was drunk and got them somewhere he couldn't see) but probably if he had one it'd be some labeled medical diagram or the name of a medication

[comforting-secrets]

Kevin darling, thank you for the follow.

Ah! You’re very welcome, Cedric. I hope all is well at HR. 

[godcompstrex]

huehuehuehue. my url~!

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A Song For Our Muses: Poison - Alice Cooper

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[officesmilesinhr]

(txt) By all means Bella. I shall fine dine you~ or would you rather a home cooked meal?

[hailthewomanfromitaly-blog]

(Text) Hmm, a home cooked meal would be nice… What time shall I be over?

(OH MY GODS I CANNOT BELIEVE I REPLIED TO THAT POST ON MY WALTER BLOG I AM SO SORRY)

[officesmilesinhr]

(IT’S OKAY. I LAUGHED. <3)

Oh nono,  Il mio amore, If I am to treat you I will do it properly. Shall I pick you up at 8 tonight? 

[hailthewomanfromitaly-blog]

(Haha okay, as long as you were amused, heh...)

Oh? Well, that sounds lovely. I shall be ready at 8 then~.

[hailthewomanfromitaly-blog]

Ricardo è fottuto pungere. Vado ad uccidere una volta vi trovo.

(Text) Scusi?

[godcompstrex]

@officesmilesinhr | Nightmare

Even a good two decades after their childhood, he found that smile only got worse. It became even more manic, even more unsettling than what he saw when they were young. It was polite when it had to be. It served as a warning when it didn’t need to be polite. Ricardo could never tell which was which when he faced his cousin. In Cedric’s defense, he was never hostile. He just happened to know which switches to flip to make Ricardo hostile. Their fights would often break out into childish arguments over who was right and name calling ending with Ricardo storming back into his lab and Cedric remaining in the hallway. That smug, unsettling smile would never leave, at least not as long as Ricardo could see him. But the necromancer never really cared too much about that. He never bothered to check if he had gone or if he was still there.

This afternoon though, things seemed a bit different.

The minute he had left that day's argument, he slumped into his chair in the dark of the research lab. His eyes closed as he uttered a frustrated groan. That accursed thorn in his side. Wretched, loathesome, condescending waste of space. Maddening. Infuriating. And oddly addicting. Ricardo sat straight up, shaking that last thought from his head. No. That wasn't happening. Somehow, that stray thought had wandered into his mind. In his meanderings, he found himself suddenly realizing how dark it was. It was never this dark in his lab, even if he was the only one there.

The only one there...

No, that wasn't right either. He was alone. Was alone. Now he wasn't. There was this nagging feeling of something else being in the room with him. Someone else. Someone he knew rather well. Evidently, he hadn't left. Ricardo's brows knotted together in frustration as he straightened up in his seat. "I know you're there, Cedric. I told you to get out." he warned, not bothering to turn around. He was sure his cousin had infiltrated the lab again.

And then he felt fingers gracing his cheek.

But it wasn't flesh. No, far from it. Those fingers were rough. Scratchy. Hard. Almost like worn wood. Ricardo paused, turning his chair ever so slightly to the source of that hand now withdrawing itself. "Cedric...?" He asked quietly but paused, the very breath drawn from his lungs, his eyes widening in both surprise and fear.

His cousin stood behind him, nothing but a mockery of what he was. He was wooden, made of pale timber and his eyes and mouth painted on. Painted to look hollow, painted to look like a bleeding slasher smile. That smile that haunted him haunted him even more and he could say nothing as the marionette leaned closer, all ball-jointed limbs and puppet strings to wrap those thin wires around his throat. Wrap those wires around his neck hard enough to make thin red lines before they began to pull themselves taut.

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