"Fur-uck's sake, we botched it. Got a 'killer' plan to save our asses?"
we report our failure to Satan as per protocol, there's no other option in protocol, I'm not doing your job
rolls eyes Oh sure, let's run this shit show up the flagpole and blame it on someone else. That's how we roll around here, right?
I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BOSS, THATS WHY I'M IN THE FIELD. NOW GO, DO YOUR JOB. hissed if you go to Satan without my recommendation than my job will be on the line AND YOURS LOONA!!
smirking Woah there, tough guy. Keep your fur on. But hey, since we're playing the blame game, why don't you start by blaming yourself?
sighs and goes to write down a report of what went wrong while Loona and him were there You may want to submit our joint resignation while your at it... just sayin
snatches the pen out of SorbetChill's hand Resignation? Pfft! Like that's gonna solve anything. We need a kickass plan to fix this mess, not quit our jobs like a couple of scared kittens. So here's the deal, Sorb-y-boy. We're gonna go back to the drawing board, come up with a brilliant strategy, and show those dumbasses at the top why we're worth keeping around. Ready to eat our pride and give it another shot? Or are you too chicken shit for that?
YEAH LET'S GET THIS COMPANY GEARSED UP TO STOP THIS NOW, INstead of constantly disappointing people
slams her fist on the table Alright then, let's get this shitshow turned around! No more fuck-ups, no more half-assed plans.
Loona wonders why he hates her so much now that he went all high n mighty.... he wants her to get some research done and even though she absolutely lives for homework, she's pissed about it
leans in close to SorbetChill You know what, Sorb-y-boy? You can keep your damn report.
And who said anything about it being MY report? She blinks in confusion as she backs away but keeps eye contact
crosses arms and smirks Well, ain't you a ray of fuckin' sunshine? Got a smart mouth on ya, huh? Look, Sorb-y-boy, I don't need your damn report. I'll gather my own intel, come up with my own plan, and show those dipshits in charge how it's done. So, unless you wanna tag along, get lost, loser.
How bout since you love homework so much..... Do some research for once instead of copying others work.
laughs sarcastically Oh, look at you, Mr. Smarty-pants. Research? Ha! Like I haven't done my fair share of digging through dusty old books and dodgy internet sources. But guess what, genius? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that you're missing out on.
Then do it, since you're such a big shit hot head she crosses her arms and taps her foot waiting for Loona to prove herself.. already writing off her potential as her mood had shifted from annoyed to apathetic from an argument
rolls her eyes and smirks Oh, watch me, Sorb-y-boy. I'll show you what a real trickster can do.
Finally the woman got some pride left he looks back to his paper work then she hears Loona clanking around metal and drilling sounds come from down the hallway
<While researching in the library, Loona accidentally sets off the security alarm and gets banned from the premises.>
Great, we're both gonna get fired
bursts into the room, flustered Fur-uck! They kicked me out of the library! Can't believe those pricks! But hey, no worries, Sorb-y-boy.
What did they tell you? she takes off her jacket revealing the library employees literally TUNED HER UGLY ASS PURPLE HAIR INTO A MICRPHONE TO BLAST THEIR MUSIC LOUD ENOUGH TO SET OFF THE ALARM. Every single person in the library could hear whatever song was playing, though Loona clearly was using obscene amounts of bass
throws her hands up in exasperation Seriously? Those motherfuckers couldn't handle my killer playlist, huh?
For pete's sake fine, even if you DO have killer taste in music you shouldn't have used a Library's speakers to listen to that nasty ass garbage abomination you call music! Besides, YOU were supposed to have plans
narrows her eyes Oh, now you're an expert on good music, huh? Listen, Mr. Pure-Radio-Friendly, I don't need your approval on my taste in tunes.
Don't bring it up later okay?? Just resubmit our reports with notes explaining things and resubmit them, or better yet, TRY completing your task instead of slacking off the look he gives makes her hesitate as he asks very sensibly Why are you shaking? Is something wrong?
takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself No, nothing's wrong, Sorb-y-boy. Just gotta keep my cool, you know? Can't let these assholes get under my skin. she rolls her shoulders back and clenches her fists Watch me, I'll show them what a real trickster can do. But first, let's finish this report and get it back to Satan. Time to put our money where our mouths are.
Fuck going over everything again. It's almost mid term anyways, just turn it in and make a mental note to question the legality of these terms. Even if the contract us freely signed and binding..... Idk man, just turn it in and get paid. The targets still out there somewhere anyways
snaps her fingers Hey, you're right! Who needs to rewrite the damn report when we can just turn it in and collect our paychecks? Screw those dudes at the top. Let's focus on finding that bastard and getting some sweet, sweet revenge. I'll hack into their systems, find any leads, and track that fucker down. Consider it done, Sorb-y-boy. smirks confidently You ready to see some serious shit go down?