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Seven leans back in his chair, heels balanced on his desk as the seat tilts precariously backward on two of it’s four wheels. He strains his ears for the sound of his handler.
A bing catches his attention and holds it, the chair tipping forward and back into a more secure position as the Choi squints at the alert on his screen. A wide grin pulls at his expression, gaze fixed on the screen as he gropes blindly for a full can of PHD Pepper. “Oh ho~” The red head is deaf to the clatter of empty cans hitting the floor. “Betcha don’t know this one Miss Mary~” He breaks down into a chuckle that would send shivers down the aforementioned agent’s spine.
The brunette on the screen huffs impatiently and Seven guffaws. He watches as Vanderwood takes out his phone and types furiously before putting it to his ear. When his own phone vibrates, dancing across the desk, Seven does a happy little spin in his chair, the wheels crunching over a half empty bag of chips.
He coouuulllddd pick up. Seven peers at the phone, watching it dance over the sticky laminate of his desktop. But where’s the fun in that. He grins. “Uh uh uh Vandymaid~ you gotta work for it baby~”
As if he can hear his charge, the brunette on the screen hangs up his attempted call with a scowl. The Choi cackles in response. “Silly Vandy~ and I left a lil’ clue in my voicemail for you toooooo~” He’ll tell his handler about that later. Much, much later. If he gets into the bunker that is.
He watches Vanderwood tap open an app on his phone and hold it up to the door. On another screen, an alert pops and the Choi cackles. “Moogle translate? Reaaaalllyyy Vandypants?” His grin turns catlike, golden crinkling with mischief. Seven hums, chin propped in his hands as he watches the screen with an expression that would be affection on any other face. “You think I’d make it that easy?” Doesn’t matter that he can’t hear the hacker, this is the most fun the red head’s had in weeks. The job he’s been working on has been going waaaaay too long. It’s all Vandy’s fault really. He should know better.
“All work and no play makes God Sevvysev a saaaaaad boy~” he sings with another spin. The tiny Vanderwood on the screen crosses his arms, irritation all but impossible to make out on the pixelated camera screen but oh ho~ Seven just knows it’s there. He grins, rests his elbows on the desk and his chin in his hands. “Gotta work harder if you wanna piece a’ me Vandybug~”
To the red head’s delight, Vanderwood tries another number. One of the burners in his desk drawer starts chirping urgently and Seven holds his stomach as he cackles. “So impatient Vandypants.” But the Choi is starting to get bored already, and the b e s t surprise is inside the bunker. Which means he has to let Vandy in before the real fun begins-
So he digs out the phone afterall from the pile of a dozen, making a note to himself to charge them again before he picks up. “Hello hello~ Welcome to the hacker hot line! Only the hottest hackers all waiting in line to take your call~”
He has to hold the phone away from his ear as his handler bellows down the line, shouting expletives for almost a full minute before the Choi gingerly holds the receiver back against his ear. “Now now Vandermad- Is that any way to talk to your all star favorite ageeennnnt? And after I invented a brand new language for the door just to keep the job safe…”
He holds the phone away for another tirade of curses, brows raising at a few he’s never heard before. Seven whines into the empty room, bemoaning the besmirching or his poor, innocent ears as he taps the button that allows the brunette entrance.
It takes only the count of five after he heard the front door crash open for Vanderwood to burst into the computer room, huffing and puffing and deliciously disheveled. Seven grins at the splendid entrance, big and toothy and lopsided. “Vandy! There you are! I’ve been waiting soooooo long for you~”
It only earns him a growl, a growl cut short by a gasp as hazel eyes round in shock. Seven spins in his chair, head tipping back to watch the handler as he feigns a sleepy look. “So glad you’re finally here Vandymaid-” He indicates the room with a sweep of his hand, ignoring the brunette’s resigned groan. “God Seven’s been soooooo busy working soooo hard for slave driver Vanderboss - he hasn’t had time to clean up!”
Hasn’t had time might be a teeny tiny understatement, for his computer room is awash in the cheerful glitter of empty HBC packets, shiny PHD Pepper cans and so many unidentifiable bits of wire and trash that the red head couldn’t get off his chair if he attempted (not that he’s tried).
The brunette scowls across the veritable mountain of trash. “Clean it up yourself you little shit. I’m not your maid.”
The Choi does a happy little spin, stopping only to bat his eyelashes at his handler. “But Vandybabe- you want that data right~?” He grins at the brunette. “It’s somewhere under all this stuff and you worked me so hard I can’t remember where~” Golden rounds behind striped frames with the feigned innocence of a practiced troublemaker. “And you wouldn’t wanna get in trouble with the big boss, wouldya?”
Vanderwood sighs, the realization that he’s screwed breaking over his expression like a buffering loading screen. “Fuck. Fine.”
Vanderwood is gone and back in but a moment, hands full with cleaning supplies the red head didn’t even know he had.
Seven lolls in his chair, chin resting on it’s back to watch the brunette as he ties on a frilly pink apron and gets to work.