You hop off the obsolete step latter, provided to you by the company, and dust off your oiled slicked hands.
Gawking up at the feminine pink and white fox you congratulate yourself.
"You outdid yourself (y/n)!"
As you began to put away your tools, a timid knock came from behind the steel door.
"Come in!" You beckon.
"Hiya (y/n)!" An affable voice called out.
"Oh, hi Scott!" You grin, locking your tools away in their proper box.
He gives a shy smile, handing you your windbreaker."Vinnie sent me to come get you. We're closing early for construction."
You thank him, and take note of the cream colored fur covering his black work pants.
"So I see you've met Sebastian?" You cock a brow and he laughs from behind a bandaged palm.
"Yeah, he's quite the handful." He rubs the back of his neck as you two walk to the lobby.
"(Y/n)! I can't believe that tramp is having you come in late just to work on those stupid robots!"
Scott's face drops into more of an annoyed demeanour as Vincent marched his way to you.
"Speaking of handfuls.."
"It's not that big a deal Vincent." You groan in a monotounus voice.
"Doesn't she know you have school work to do?" He rants to himself as the reality check hits you like a ton of bricks.
"Oh shit! I need to email my professor! God, thanks for reminding me Vincent!" You caught him off gaurd and flashed him stressed smile, making a bee-line to the door.
He recovers quickly, and smiles back:
"No problem doll!"Scott turned his attention to the feind, and frowned down at the shorter male: "(Y/n)'s not gonna fall for the act, Vincent."
Vincent stays silent and glares.
"Oh, you mean not like you did?"
A devilish smirk crosses his dark face and Scott rolls his crimson eyes.
"Just be genuine this time is all."
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"Maybe I could help!"
Vinnie suggests, braiding your (h/c) hair. Sparing glances at your laptop screen every once in a while.
"I'd kill for some ideas right now, but.." Your voice trailed off as your fanatic typing decelerates.
"Is everything alright?"
"God, Vincent was being such an ass about this but I really need to get this off my chest." You sputter out, slamming your laptop closed.
Vinnie tenses up by your sudden moves and perks up at your statement.
"Why'd you think it'd ever be a good idea to tell him anything?"
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Violet Violence 🚧UNDER EDIT🚧
FanfictionIt hasn't even been a week yet. Not a fucking week. You sometimes thought, "Was it worth it?" "Is it really worth putting your life on the line for your job?" That's a very controversial question. The answer is different for many professions. Howev...