You hate your boss right now. Well, you always kind of hate your boss, but this time he did something unforgivable. He's having you work on a project with Mark Twain. You wanted to work with Lucy but she's on a different mission that for some reason she has to do alone. It's got something to do with the Armed Detective Agency. And you're stuck here doing some pointless work with a man who can't even wear a shirt properly.
You don't exchange much conversation. Twain kind of tries to, but he's just so boring. You have nothing really to say to him. He's not like Lucy, who has an interesting view on the world, and is actually worth listening to. Twain's conversation starters just consist of whining about how much he hates boring work.
"Hey Twain? I gotta go soon, I got-"
"Lucy's supposed to be back, right?" Twain asks.
"Well, yeah."
"No offense but-" he starts, and you mentally prepare yourself. "Is Lucy really worth it?"
You've heard that she's weird, that she's a "freak" or whatever, but you've never heard someone actually say she's "not worth" anything. But you keep yourself together. "So you want to keep working on the project?" You ask.
"No! No I don't!" Twain hurriedly says. "I just meant all this effort you're putting into her in general, just to, you know-"
"Effort?" You ask. "Is it a crime to have a friend and spend time with them?"
"Well, never mind. Go do your thing or whatever."
You leave right away, absolutely seething. Why is it any of his business to bag on your friendship with someone?
As soon as you reach the doorframe though, you see Lucy leaned against the wall outside. Was she listening to all that? Did she hear what Twain said?
"Lucy!" You try to talk to her, but she's there with her arms crossed, looking away.
"Hello," she snaps, not shifting her position.
"How was your mission?" You ask her. She doesn't answer you. You stand there for a moment, trying to think of something else to say.
"How was your work? Did you have fun?" Lucy asks you, her voice dripping with anger.
"Not really," you tell her.
"You seemed like you were having fun."
You snort. "You have a strange idea of fun."
She whips her head around to glare at you, almost smacking you with her braids. "So now you think I'm strange too?"
"That's not what I said-"
"You think I'm not worth anything!"
"No I don't! I think you're worth everything!"
"Humph!" Lucy looks back at the ground and pouts some more. You lean against the wall next to her, drained and hopeless.
There's heavy footsteps as Twain walks out. "See ya!" He says to you.
"Put a real shirt on, slut," Lucy says to him. Twain laughs at her, as if she's a little kid who just said a bad word, and walks away.
"Don't even pay attention to him," you say to her. "He's the one who's not worth anything."
"You're lying," she says. "I bet you have a crush on him."
"Ew." A genuine remark.
"Montgomery," your boss, Fitzgerald, appears out of nowhere and beckons Lucy away. "I need to hear about your mission, why didn't you tell me sooner you were back?"
