wastelandking: (Default)
Havoc (OC) ([personal profile] wastelandking) wrote in [community profile] theattic2015-11-15 02:53 pm

PSL: That's A Real Lemon You Got There



THAT AINT THE ONLY THING THAT'S BIG
that's not true but hey you knows how it is


THREAD LOG:
#1 Customer
Super Kawaii Tape Chan
The Massage




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nineredsquares: please don't be pyramid head (...he's right behind me isn't he)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-21 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Not even remotely sure what prompted the conversation, James turned back to the file cabinet for the sake of hiding the puzzled irritation creeping into his expression.

"... Well... Laura and I, we're... we're pretty used to taking whatever comes our way."



SWING AND A MISS.
nineredsquares: (what the heckie)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-23 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He wasn't catching on at ALL.

James had all the conversational awareness of a brick, and was mostly just wondering why the hell Mr. Dynamite (which, okay, there was NO way that was his real name) felt like smalltalk all of a sudden.

But the sudden offer swept his expression blank again and he looked over his shoulder, interest clearly piqued.

"Oh... uh. I'm not... too picky, exactly. Um... scotch, I guess, if I had to choose."

Vodka was great when he wanted to get completely trashed and forget the world existed, but the taste left a lot to be desired.
nineredsquares: please don't be pyramid head (...he's right behind me isn't he)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-23 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR.

James watched his employer amble over to the fridge and then turn to him with that weird LOOK on his face and just... furrowed his brow. DEEPLY.

<8I Ok Mr. Dynamite.

"Of course. I'd never..."
nineredsquares: why I oughta... (now wait a minute you lil'--)

[personal profile] nineredsquares 2015-11-23 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A couple of moths fluttering around a light-bulb that always seemed to be on the verge of burning out.

When Havoc came across the office at him, James almost wanted to instinctively recoil-- but then came the peeling sound and the strand of linty tape pressed to his forehead.

It took a second for that overworked light-bulb to catch up with what was going on, but the moment it did, James's entire face reddened.

How... how long had that been there?!

Ears and cheeks burning, he tore the tape off hastily, stammering--

"Y-- y-yes sir, we're clear. Crystal clear."

HE WANTED TO SINK THROUGH THE FLOOR.