“Damn, I thought you played for both teams. But hey, can’t blame ya. Girls are pretty nice, yeah~”

He grins lopsidedly as she gets more and more thorough in closing down and killing the phones. "Y'know I half expected you to shoot the answering machine for good measure..." he mutters as they head towards the door.

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"Careful, little hellhound," he snickers, flashing an amused smirk. "As many freaks as there are around where you work, and as weird as your customers are, some of them might try to take you up on that offer..."

"...you sure you don't wanna grab a nap or something? Seems like you're gonna crash pretty hard if you just keep taking things to perk yourself up."

He grins lazily. "I can watch the phones for you for a bit, if you need me to."

Terrible idea. Absolutely terrible idea.

"Eh, no harm done. Believe me, takes a bit more than an insult to piss me off or cause trouble. Not a matter of life or death, right?"

He crosses his arms, frowning a bit. "You want some coffee? Energy drink? Random acts of vandalism and arson?"

"As much as I love being rebellious too... What's got you in such a foul mood tonight? You want to... uh... talk about it or whatever?"