(Hahahaha...WIN. That's the most fucked up threesome evar, probably why I like it)
"What in the hell are you doing?"
One of those days, it seemed, he'd broken a shoelace, been unable to find a tie that was not bitten in half or frayed, and on top of that, it was the first week of no caffeine.
Oh, and Hojo was throwing things around the lab. It was kind of the sprinkles to his morning sundae of annoyances.
"It's called entropy, I'm helping it along!"
"I think maybe you should put down that flask." Veld briefly wondered if this qualified as a 'necessary endangerment' and if this gave him an excuse to use force. At least Hojo kind of listened, in the way a seven year old would, dropping the flask and letting it smash all over the floor.
"Don't you see? It's all going to hell ANYWAY..."
"Really, there's no need to go smashing things like some overgrown toddler." He really had no idea what set him off, and it was becoming a little uncomfortable standing there, which was funny considering some people he dealt with on a regular basis that talked to themselves.
"You should help."
"Help with what?"
"DESTRUCTION. ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WERE HIRED FOR?!"
"Only if I'm ordered to, and no, you don't have that authority at the moment!"
"Fine, if you're going to be that way..."
Veld instinctively backed up when Hojo approached him, but he'd forgotten that wiry people could be fast little shits when they wanted to be. He half expected Hojo was picking a fight, so that while defending himself things would be broken, because that was how fighting happened, but no.
It didn't really register in his mind until the bastard bit his tongue.
"Thucking ell!"
"THERE. NOW GO CRAZY! GO GO CRAZY VELD."
But Veld's particular brand of crazy wasn't the type that could be used predictably. And quite frankly, he was confused. Veld didn't like being confused.
And then he remembered.
"...Hojo, Valentine didn't lose that proposal, he was just being a dick. Whatever the hell it was, I'm sure it hasn't been ignored or turned down."
"..."
Three long breaths.
"Well then, Veld, I do have the authority to make you help clean up."
He rolled his eyes. "I'll send a rookie down, I don't have time for this."
Veld turned to leave.
"Oh Veld?"
"What."
"You kiss like a dead fish. Might want to work on that."
Hojo/Veld, FF7
"What in the hell are you doing?"
One of those days, it seemed, he'd broken a shoelace, been unable to find a tie that was not bitten in half or frayed, and on top of that, it was the first week of no caffeine.
Oh, and Hojo was throwing things around the lab. It was kind of the sprinkles to his morning sundae of annoyances.
"It's called entropy, I'm helping it along!"
"I think maybe you should put down that flask." Veld briefly wondered if this qualified as a 'necessary endangerment' and if this gave him an excuse to use force. At least Hojo kind of listened, in the way a seven year old would, dropping the flask and letting it smash all over the floor.
"Don't you see? It's all going to hell ANYWAY..."
"Really, there's no need to go smashing things like some overgrown toddler." He really had no idea what set him off, and it was becoming a little uncomfortable standing there, which was funny considering some people he dealt with on a regular basis that talked to themselves.
"You should help."
"Help with what?"
"DESTRUCTION. ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WERE HIRED FOR?!"
"Only if I'm ordered to, and no, you don't have that authority at the moment!"
"Fine, if you're going to be that way..."
Veld instinctively backed up when Hojo approached him, but he'd forgotten that wiry people could be fast little shits when they wanted to be. He half expected Hojo was picking a fight, so that while defending himself things would be broken, because that was how fighting happened, but no.
It didn't really register in his mind until the bastard bit his tongue.
"Thucking ell!"
"THERE. NOW GO CRAZY! GO GO CRAZY VELD."
But Veld's particular brand of crazy wasn't the type that could be used predictably. And quite frankly, he was confused. Veld didn't like being confused.
And then he remembered.
"...Hojo, Valentine didn't lose that proposal, he was just being a dick. Whatever the hell it was, I'm sure it hasn't been ignored or turned down."
"..."
Three long breaths.
"Well then, Veld, I do have the authority to make you help clean up."
He rolled his eyes. "I'll send a rookie down, I don't have time for this."
Veld turned to leave.
"Oh Veld?"
"What."
"You kiss like a dead fish. Might want to work on that."