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Eins woke up with a headache and a cold couch, sluggishly tossing the blanket off of themselves before slipping on their work jacket, ready to begin a new day of dismantling mechs, only to be stopped by their most loathed enemy.
“Not so fast, Mophead,” Tesla sneered, grabbing Einstein by their still-tangled hair and dragging them to the hotel’s desk that was so clearly only meant for one person. “You’ve still got PTO and I’m not about to let you waste it doing something stupid like breaking into your lab. Would you like some coffee?”
“Where’s Welt,” they mumbled, as they took the mug with a nod of thanks, chugging the entire boiling hot poison in five seconds.
“Bad pain day,” Tesla shrugged, pushing Eins a croissant that they didn’t see her bring in. It was still warm too. “Going to give some poor janitor a fright when they see him in the broom closet covered in lightning.”
“You should record it.” It’s meant as a joke but they could already see Tesla’s eyes light up with joy. “Blackmail material.”
“Are you suggesting that we create embarrassing footage involving the most powerful man on the planet and use said footage as blackmail material,” Tesla said with a lavish hand wave, draping herself across the table.
“No,” Einstein deadpanned, chugging down Tesla’s horrible coffee as their brain began to shut down and Tesla’s babble faded into simple sounds. “I’m suggesting.. That. you do it. Why is Welt in a broom closet?”
"You snore, Mophead," Tesla chuckled, nibbling on her croissant and stealing her coffee back. "He needs some dark and quiet and not you trying to steal your key card from him."
"It's my key card!"
"To your workplace. You are on vacation. Now, do you want a new dress? Or maybe we could go to a cafe and people watch? I heard there's an actual proper bookstore down the road, a quick bike trip away!"
Einstein smiled as they stood up and quickly ran a brush through their hair. "I love you, Tesla, but I think we have very different ideas of what is fun. Let's go to an art museum."