Vincent is TOO COOL to lose his composure. Even when there's an armed security guard who'd probably shoot you if he realized you shouldn't be here. 3 SUCCESSES, baby.
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The first thing that you say after a long, worrying silence is not something your coworkers expected.
"Was I cool?" You try to flash a grin, but even doing that hurts like you wouldn't believe. Your jaw locks up, freezing your face in a grimace of pain.
You try to ignore the thick, sticky mess of mucus and blood running down your face. "I mean, I beat that guy up something fierce, right?"
Hidaka gives you a worried stare as if you were having a stroke right in front of her. Lucy's neutral expression doesn't offer much insight on what she might be thinking.
Hidaka opens her mouth, ready to speak her mind.
>3 SUCCESSES!
"You're a dumbass." She dryly states. "I must admit, though, you were..." She clenches her teeth, clearly not wanting to say this to you.
"'Cool'. It was...interesting to watch. That fight. I suppose" She grits her teeth, disappointed at herself for even admitting that out loud. "Don't let it get to your head."
"You did some really cool stuff, yeah!" Lucy's eyes sparkle as she reminisces on what she saw. "U-uhm. I-I was more w-worried than anything, but yeah!" She pats you on the shoulder. "G-good job. I-I didn't expect you to a-actually, uhm, k-kill him."
"Coolest part." Hidaka cracks a smirk. "Deserved, frankly."
Both of them seem actually impressed by what they saw even if they try to hide it with disdain and concern, respectively. They're obviously not going to sing your praises; you've only known them for a few days, but still!
Being 'cool' in the eyes of your coworkers is something you'd never have expected in a million years. It's enough to bring a tear to your eye. Or maybe it's the pain that's making you cry. Who's to say, really?
>MENTAL HEALTH is now HIGH ON LIFE!
>You take less MENTAL DAMAGE for the rest of the day!
"Ha. I needed that." You mutter under your breath. "Okay. I'll lie down later. Wanna talk to the guards outside real quick." You slowly stagger over to the exit. Your coworkers move in to escort you outside despite your assurances that you're fine.
Outside your lab are at least eight different security guards. They're all huddled around the corpse you (and FET, of course) left behind. None of them are particularly interested or concerned about the corpse in question. One of the security absently pokes at it with his nightstick.
One of the older guards spots you in the corner of her eye. She's more interested in her cigarette than anything else. "Killed this guy?" She asks, clearly bored.
"Yeah?"
"Cool. Take a shower later, Mr. Zero." She snidely laughs. "You smell AND look like shit. Hell, I'm shocked your brains ain't in a neat little puddle on the floor."
You're too busy riding the high of BEING COOL to really be offended. "I got some questions I have to ask you."
"Shoot, sure. Go ahead. Ya already did the hard part for us."
You doubt you'll have time to ask too many questions. Best to keep them concise. "Who even was this guy? What the hell was his problem?"
"Was I cool?" You try to flash a grin, but even doing that hurts like you wouldn't believe. Your jaw locks up, freezing your face in a grimace of pain.
You try to ignore the thick, sticky mess of mucus and blood running down your face. "I mean, I beat that guy up something fierce, right?"
Hidaka gives you a worried stare as if you were having a stroke right in front of her. Lucy's neutral expression doesn't offer much insight on what she might be thinking.
Hidaka opens her mouth, ready to speak her mind.
>3 SUCCESSES!
"You're a dumbass." She dryly states. "I must admit, though, you were..." She clenches her teeth, clearly not wanting to say this to you.
"'Cool'. It was...interesting to watch. That fight. I suppose" She grits her teeth, disappointed at herself for even admitting that out loud. "Don't let it get to your head."
"You did some really cool stuff, yeah!" Lucy's eyes sparkle as she reminisces on what she saw. "U-uhm. I-I was more w-worried than anything, but yeah!" She pats you on the shoulder. "G-good job. I-I didn't expect you to a-actually, uhm, k-kill him."
"Coolest part." Hidaka cracks a smirk. "Deserved, frankly."
Both of them seem actually impressed by what they saw even if they try to hide it with disdain and concern, respectively. They're obviously not going to sing your praises; you've only known them for a few days, but still!
Being 'cool' in the eyes of your coworkers is something you'd never have expected in a million years. It's enough to bring a tear to your eye. Or maybe it's the pain that's making you cry. Who's to say, really?
>MENTAL HEALTH is now HIGH ON LIFE!
>You take less MENTAL DAMAGE for the rest of the day!
"Ha. I needed that." You mutter under your breath. "Okay. I'll lie down later. Wanna talk to the guards outside real quick." You slowly stagger over to the exit. Your coworkers move in to escort you outside despite your assurances that you're fine.
Outside your lab are at least eight different security guards. They're all huddled around the corpse you (and FET, of course) left behind. None of them are particularly interested or concerned about the corpse in question. One of the security absently pokes at it with his nightstick.
One of the older guards spots you in the corner of her eye. She's more interested in her cigarette than anything else. "Killed this guy?" She asks, clearly bored.
"Yeah?"
"Cool. Take a shower later, Mr. Zero." She snidely laughs. "You smell AND look like shit. Hell, I'm shocked your brains ain't in a neat little puddle on the floor."
You're too busy riding the high of BEING COOL to really be offended. "I got some questions I have to ask you."
"Shoot, sure. Go ahead. Ya already did the hard part for us."
You doubt you'll have time to ask too many questions. Best to keep them concise. "Who even was this guy? What the hell was his problem?"