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The door creaked open, and the smell of evening cleaning supplies was the first thing noticeable. Although it was ever present throughout the entire facility it was strange coming from Dr. Ohnns office. It was early morning, Monday so it was to be expected. The janitors would deep clean the general working and testing spaces, the hallways, and the bathrooms. Offices were lightly cleaned by permitted workers, for suspicion of work being leaked and such.
You set the foam cup onto his desk, the warmth still on your hand. You made a quick glance at the space, a messy desk with papers stacked to the side of it and folders spilling to most of the space, small trinkets most of which he swore he would get rid of. (He never did.) Bits and pieces of machinery sat atop a table, bigger pieces put half-hazardly under it. The center of it all was a man hunched over a keyboard, clacking away.
“Ahem, John coffee’s here.” You tapped a finger on his desk pulling him from his screen.
“Oh- yes ah thank you! Sorry, I have this uh thing due and you know how Liv is.” He clamored, picking up the cup. He took the plastic lid off to blow on the hot drink.
You looked him over, he looked tired. He always looked tired but today was different. His dark brown hair was tied into a bun rather than the usual flowing over his shoulders. His glasses were skewed on his nose, quickly fixed as he fidgeted with them.
“Yeah, yeah I know don't worry about it,” You gave him a quiet smile. “Actually I spoke to her this morning.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah she seemed pretty upset- you think boss man moved the deadline again?” Jonathan cringed, his nose scrunching up.
“If the deadline moves again im quitting. I swear I will.” He swore up and down, raising his eyebrows.
“And you’ve said that how many times?” “I swear I'll do i-” “You’re all talk.” “Already signing my resignation.” “Nope, you won't do it you never do!”
The overlapping ‘argument’ was yanked to a halt when he started chuckling a snort escaping him, you couldn't help but giggle as well, raising a hand to cover your mouth. You caught his elbow veering dangerously close to his drink.
“Pfft- Johnny wait-! Ngk your drin-” You spoke through barely contained laughs pointing to the cup.
“Hm-?” He turned his head and in the process knocked over the styrofoam cup. Thankfully most of it had splashed on the tile floor and not on him. Most of it.
“Oh!” His eyes widened reaching for the cup in a futile attempt to catch it.
“Ooh…” Before he was able to stand up you grabbed a napkin from one of his ‘hoarder drawers.’ Thank god he has a tendency to keep them.
“Oh yikes yeah here ya go.”