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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
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This is not a normal time.]
No, let's get to the truth behind this. Is that a thing you do when you're drunk? Is there an HR representative that I can call to warn them about this behavior?
plz dont waste food in times of shortage asher
[It takes him a couple of minutes or so, but in little while, MTT will receive an image of a banana that's been stuffed into a condom, and it's set on a kitchen table.]
here it is:
my bepis ;)
you absolute monster
Until... huh. That sounds like someone stomping through the hallways.
That sounds like someone breaking the lock off the apartment door with pure, raw strength.
That sounds like Mettaton swinging a newspaper at Asher's head.]
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Dread doesn't begin to describe the half of it. This apartment, stuffy as it might have become after days of keeping the windows and doors shut tight, is the only space where they can create an illusion of safety.
Mid-lunge, the law student realizes that their "attacker" is just a disgruntled teammate.]
Dude!
[He is hit by that newspaper.]
What the hell?
[A growl.]
You better fix the freakin' door.
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...Mettaton didn't quite think this one through, did he?]
...
[Well.
Lips pursed, he steps back toward the door with the broken lock. The lock itself is snapped, the long chain that secured the door to the wall completely broken in half.]
.................
[Quietly, Mettaton shuts the door to hide his next actions from the rest of the apartment. If there was ever a way to sheepishly summon a laser-firing disco ball to meld the chains back together again, Mettaton is managing to do it.]
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The knife is placed back on the table.]
Do you know how long it took us to board that up?
Geez.
[He rests a hand on the nearest chair, taking a moment to compose himself.]
I'm up but my-
[Boyfriend? Roommate?]
Jin's sleeping.
We don't need to do this crap right now.
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[It's too late. He's already fixing your stupid door. The laser fuses the chain back together easily enough, so it's on to pointedly ignoring Asher's complaints as he picks up the shattered half of the deadbolt. It looks like the portion inside of the wall is slightly bent, but if the lock itself is stuck back into its socket, it should work just fine, if not a bit wobbly. But that one's harder to get at with the laser...
Gingerly, Mettaton places his fingers into the door where the lock is supposed to go, holding the shattered remnant from where it broke back into place. Electricity surges through his hand, melting the metal with a POP and forcing them back into one piece.
Huff. There.
...shame isn't an emotion Mettaton likes to dwell on. Forgetting that his teammates are only humans, that they don't have a choice BUT to think of being attacked in the night by a bunch of flesh-hungry infected, is not something he's the proudest of.
So he doesn't say anything as he slips back through the now-repaired door and out into the hall again.
This was awkward. Let's never speak of it again.]
and end?
[He yells through gritted teeth but his efforts are to no avail.
As soon as the door is repaired, the robot is gone.
Asher sighs all too loudly, falling back against the counter.
He can do nothing but eye the bits that aren't quite right, the lock that doesn't look all that stable. Safety was already an issue, and he hopes to god that Mettaton didn't break anything outside of their apartment, as the building should be inaccessible without a lock or a key. Has someone else the busted the door?
They're gonna need better security.]
Fuck.
We've gotta do somethin' about this.