Don't Fret I Just Have Been Exposed To The Humans And Their Strangeness For Too Long This Is Just One Of The Many Side Effects
Ah Alright Just Checking To Make Sure They Haven't Brainwashed You To An Unfixable State ((SCREAMS TOMORROW IS 4/13))
-- "Fix me a drink, Maggie." "Long day at work, sir?" "I suppose." He loathes the mayor. The mayor is the reason behind his week of unrest. The mayor is the reason why his secretary left upon reading letters and copious amounts of paperwork. The mayor is the reason for this god forsaken migraine. The mayor is the reason, no, the cause of all this political dispute in the city, of why he is in the center of it, nearly draining him in finance entirely. But he cannot bring himself to express this hate, nor is he sure about it. After all, hate is undoubtedly a strong word. Maggie places the glass of wine on the counter with a 'thud'. He looks up in the corner of his red eyes, turns his chin upward to face the girl, and do his absolute best to not look so gaunt, worn out or pathetic. It was a futile effort. Some of the wine spills when Maggie slams both palms down on the counter. He doesn't care. The short glance he gave her means nothing now, for even in current state state of sobriety, he feels utterly helpless under the scrutiny of one of his most favored workers, someone who he considered to be a daughter. Usually kempt hair comes in wild, greasy strands. His defined features have worn down in the past few days to a mess of scars and paleness. He looks sick. The wine is not helping. As he reaches for the glass, Maggie pulls it back. "Maggie—" "No," she whispers, and dumps the alcohol into the basin. She washes her hands and pulls on her goggles. Wild crisp brown hair comes down in waves, cascades down her shoulder and over her lower back. The man barely stays awake. "I believe, it is time to call the Madame." -- Short update but you can live